Luyện nghe bài hát You Are The Blood

You are the blood 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 seven ounces here we come
My first in my crib
I somebody screaming
A Gunshots,
then some tires
My reaching, what is he grabbing?
He me over in my crib,
to get his magnum
Is he a
That's I'm thinking. He can't be that
Bcuz he do heroin and he be
Shopping baby powder up on my mirror
chicks in my kitchen cookin
lookin shakira
I'm in my chair,
They naked, this is R.
I ain't payin attention
cuz u slide me a Gerber
Then my momma walked in with an box
I couldn't read what it said cuz she leaned and said...

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

First day of kindergarten shoe for a belt
Moms the graveyard, too tired,
so I dressed
Who Goes to in a Freddy Krueger Flannel?
Black Taylors and I never liked sandals
A Lotta but we ain't never light candles
Gang of gifts
but I never seen Santa
So I waited up one
Guess who came through my
My Daddy with a Bag
Hit the lights! Aha!
Uh-uh I ain't goin for
I got I can see em!
Cuz ain't wrapped
a race track to a Dre track
Don't wear no more
But a stay strapped!
The round my middle school
was that I can't
There wasn't a in that motherfucker
I ain't black
And now I'm doughnuts in this maybach
Reminiscing bout detention, used to say that...