Luyện nghe bài hát You Are The Blood

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

1-9-7-9 That was the year California would go
My Momma had a son, a automated Gun
11 pounds seven Compton here we come
My first in my crib
I heard screaming
A Gunshots,
then some tires
My father reaching, is he grabbing?
He me over in my crib,
just to get his
Is he a
That's what I'm thinking. He can't be
Bcuz he do and he be drinking
Shopping baby up on my momma mirror
chicks in my kitchen cookin
lookin shakira
I'm in my chair,
They naked, this is R.
Think I ain't payin
cuz u me a Gerber jar?
Then my momma in with an orange box
I couldn't read what it said cuz she leaned and said...

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

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