Luyện nghe bài hát You Are The Blood

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

1-9-7-9 That was the year would go blind
My Momma had a son, a fully Gun
11 seven ounces Compton here we come
My first in my crib
I somebody screaming
A Gunshots,
some tires screeching
My father reaching, what is he
He rolled me in my crib,
just to get his
Is he a
That's what I'm thinking. He be that
Bcuz he do heroin and he be
baby powder up on my momma mirror
Mexican chicks in my cookin
like shakira
I'm in my chair,
naked, this is Rated R.
Think I ain't attention
cuz u slide me a Gerber
Then my momma in with an orange box
I read what it said cuz she leaned over and said...

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

day of kindergarten shoe strings for a belt
Moms the graveyard, too tired,
so I dressed
Who Goes to School in a Freddy Flannel?
Chuck Taylors and I never liked sandals
A Lotta birthdays but we ain't never candles
of Christmas gifts
but I ain't never seen
So I up one year
who came through my garage
My with a Toysaraus Bag
Hit the lights! Aha!
Uh-uh I goin for that
I got I can see em!
Cuz ain't wrapped
From a track to a Dre track
Don't wear no more
But a stay strapped!
The round my middle school
was I can't rack
There wasn't a in that motherfucker
I ain't black
And now I'm doin doughnuts in maybach
bout detention, teachers used to say that...