Luyện nghe bài hát You Are The Blood

You are the flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in trees

1-9-7-9 That was the California would go blind
My Momma had a son, a fully Gun
11 pounds ounces Compton here we come
My first in my crib
I heard somebody
A Gunshots,
some tires screeching
My father reaching, is he grabbing?
He rolled me in my crib,
to get his magnum
Is he a
what I'm thinking. He can't be that
Bcuz he do and he be drinking
Shopping baby up on my momma mirror
Mexican in my kitchen cookin
like shakira
I'm in my chair,
They naked, is Rated R.
Think I payin attention
cuz u me a Gerber jar?
Then my momma walked in with an box
I couldn't read it said cuz she leaned over and said...

You are the Blood through my fingers
And I could it in my heart, my mom's said it from the start
That I would be the reason blood flowing...
All through the and up in those trees

First day of shoe strings for a belt
worked the graveyard, too tired,
so I myself
Who to School in a Freddy Krueger Flannel?
Black Taylors and I never liked sandals
A birthdays but we ain't never light candles
Gang of Christmas
but I never seen Santa
So I waited up one
Guess who came through my
My with a Toysaraus Bag
Hit the lights! Aha!
Uh-uh I ain't goin for
I got I can see em!
Cuz ain't wrapped
From a race to a Dre track
Don't wear no more
But a stay strapped!
The Rumour round my school
was I can't rack
There wasn't a locker in that
I ain't black
And now I'm doin doughnuts in maybach
Reminiscing detention, teachers used to say that...