Luyện nghe bài hát Whats on your mind 2

Yeah, I want to dedicate song to Jonathan Myers,
Peterson, Gemini Smith, and Matthew Hingle.
What's on yo

No on this nation, as a murderfest
Got us in the jailcell, the others they was put to rest
I had no teacher, it was like my pops had away
Bought me a and snapped his fingers, he was gone away
My is hell, I used bail down there on ?Acre? street
hood on ABC, pops in penetentiary
Caught in the system, he's a victim of his past
His son's a killa on the for reala, you to watch yo stash
on my mind, is my brotha's name Rodney King?
Coulda been Shoestring, instead the devil Malice Green
go to sleep, not too deep cause I be hearin shots,
Down on my block bodies drop, it'll stop
The drama for yo mama is a wicked sin
God save her soul, don't wanna say it but my mom's a
Stand in the rain, can't take the pain, the is kickin in
Mack's in the pen it was all about his dividends
was a struggle, had to hustle, and sometimes buckle
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 tell me what's on yo

Tell me, tell me, what's on yo mind? (2X)
(What's on my mind, on my mind,
Was it the chrome, too ??? the crime?)

Apply the pressure, measures made the victim's fall
One shot to the head, before they fled, they made em beg and
Can't the thunder in my mind, so who controls the storm?
I fill my body full of drank and dank to keep it
Please the killin, Lord a killa's what I'm born to be
My mind's on murder God, are all a see
set me free from all the enemies that haunt my mind
Why do the righteous, poor, and black all the time?
My mother to me, and tells me, ";Stop the violent killin";
Workin hard all day, tryin to my pay
Now how you think I'm
What's on my mind, sad, look so small in kid's faces
Knowin their doin 20 for some drug cases
Never knew my so I never could respect a man
to cook up drugs and hold my ground while other yougsters ran
Gotta be a man, so my plan is to my dreams
My family's gotta eat so I'm gon on feedin fiends
Know what I mean, the same routine almost
Law's pushin me, so I'm gon on stackin hay
Out to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no need to a dime,
My blind, now tell me, what's on yo mind?

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

and Day]
Try to stop these fires, but got me trapped inside the fence
Wanna represent his death, murder's what I'm up against
It makes no sense to me, the troubles that run my head
up in the mornin, knowin the grave might become my bed
I shoulda fled, but from my problems, I can't get
No matter or where I go, they're with me everyday
I'm the dice and drinkin the liquor to set my mind free
And to find a piece of my mind, where problems can't find me
No matter what, I'm stuck, my is trapped inside the sin
So I my anger through a chamber, gin, a pad, and pin
Your so friends
ain't really your friends because they stay true
Besides the smokin and drinkin, now tell me, are they there for
Cash or credit, get it, can't be po no mo
Some gangstas roll into the heaven's say no no mo
Out to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no need to a dime,
My blind, now tell, me what's on yo mind?