Luyện nghe bài hát What's on My Mind Ii

Yeah, I to dedicate this song to jonathan myers,
peterson, gemini smith, and matthew hingle.
What's on yo

No on this nation, as a murderfest
Got us locked in the jailcell, the others was put to rest
I had no teacher, it was like my pops had away
Bought me a sweet and snapped his fingers, he was away
My house is hell, I used bail there on ? acre? street
Whole on abc, pops in penetentiary
Caught in the system, he's a of his shorty's past
His son's a killa on the for reala, you to watch yo stash
What's on my mind, is my name rodney king?
Coulda been shoestring, the devil chose malice green
Can't go to sleep, not too cause I be hearin shots,
Down on my block bodies drop, it'll never
The ghetto for yo mama is a wicked sin
God her soul, don't wanna say it but my mom's a fiend
Stand in the rain, can't the pain, the stress is kickin in
in the pen cause it was all about his dividends
Life was a struggle, had to hustle, and sometimes
A swollen knuckle, lockin up was the ghetto
Out to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no to drop a dime,
My future's blind, now me what's on yo mind

Chorus: tell me, me, what's on yo mind? (2x)
(what's on my mind, on my mind,
Was it the chrome, too ? ? ? the )

Apply the pressure, drastic made the victim's fall
One shot to the head, before they fled, made em beg and crawl
Can't stop the thunder in my mind, so who controls the
I fill my body full of and dank to keep it warm
Please stop the killin, lord a killa's I'm born to be
My mind's on murder god, are all a see
Please set me free from all the that haunt my mind
Why do the righteous, poor, and black suffer all the
My mother talks to me, and tells me, "stop the killin"
Workin hard all day, to make my pay
Now how you I'm feelin?
on my mind, it's sad, look so small in kid's faces
Knowin their daddy's doin 20 for some drug
Never knew my daddy so I could respect a man
Learned to cook up drugs and hold my ground while other ran
be a man, so my plan is to pursue my dreams
My family's gotta eat so I'm gon keep on fiends
Know what I mean, the routine almost everyday
Law's pushin me, so I'm gon on stackin hay
Out to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no to drop a dime,
My future's blind, now me, what's on yo mind?

(2x)

[night and
Try to stop these fires, but they got me inside the fence
represent his death, cause murder's what I'm up against
It makes no sense to me, the troubles that run through my
up in the mornin, knowin the grave might become my bed
I fled, but from my problems, I can't get away
No when or where I go, they're with me everyday
I'm shootin the dice and drinkin the liquor to set my mind
And tryin to find a of my mind, where problems can't find me
No what, I'm stuck, my mind is trapped inside the sin
So I release my through a chamber, gin, a pad, and pin
Your so called
Ain't your friends because they don't stay true
Besides the and drinkin, now tell me, are they there for you?
Cash or credit, gotta get it, be po no mo
gangstas roll into the heaven's say no roll no mo
Out to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no need to a dime,
My future's blind, now tell, me what's on yo