Luyện nghe bài hát You Are The Blood

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

That was the year California would go blind
My Momma had a son, a fully Gun
11 seven ounces Compton here we come
My night in my crib
I somebody screaming
A Gunshots,
then some tires
My reaching, what is he grabbing?
He rolled me in my crib,
just to get his
Is he a
That's I'm thinking. He can't be that
Bcuz he do and he be drinking
Shopping powder up on my momma mirror
Mexican in my kitchen cookin
lookin like
I'm in my chair,
naked, this is Rated R.
Think I ain't attention
cuz u slide me a Gerber
Then my momma walked in with an box
I couldn't read what it said cuz she 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
Moms the graveyard, too tired,
so I myself
Who Goes to School in a Krueger Flannel?
Chuck Taylors and I never liked sandals
A Lotta birthdays but we never light candles
Gang of gifts
but I ain't never Santa
So I up one year
Guess who came through my
My Daddy a Toysaraus Bag
Hit the lights! Aha!
I ain't goin for that
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 that I can't
wasn't a locker in that motherfucker
I ain't paint
And now I'm doin in this maybach
Reminiscing bout detention, teachers to say that...