Luyện nghe bài hát You Are The Blood

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

1-9-7-9 That was the year California go blind
My Momma had a son, a automated Gun
11 pounds seven ounces Compton here we
My first in my crib
I somebody screaming
A Gunshots,
then tires screeching
My father reaching, what is he
He me over in my crib,
to get his magnum
Is he a
That's what I'm thinking. He be that
he do heroin and he be drinking
Shopping baby up on my momma mirror
Mexican chicks in my kitchen
lookin like
I'm in my chair,
They naked, this is R.
I ain't payin attention
cuz u slide me a jar?
Then my momma in with an orange box
I couldn't read what it said cuz she over and said...

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

day of kindergarten shoe strings for a belt
Moms the graveyard, too tired,
so I myself
Who Goes to School in a Freddy Krueger
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
who came through my garage
My with a Toysaraus Bag
Hit the lights! Aha!
Uh-uh I ain't goin for
I got I can see em!
Cuz they ain't
From a track to a Dre track
Don't wear no more
But a stay strapped!
The round my middle school
was that I rack
There wasn't a locker in that
I ain't black
And now I'm doughnuts in this maybach
Reminiscing detention, teachers used to say that...