Luyện nghe bài hát You Are The Blood

You are the flowing through my fingers
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 fully Gun
11 pounds seven ounces Compton we come
My night in my crib
I heard screaming
A Gunshots,
then some tires
My reaching, what is he grabbing?
He rolled me in my crib,
to get his magnum
Is he a
That's I'm thinking. He can't be that
he do heroin and he be drinking
Shopping baby up on my momma mirror
Mexican 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 walked in with an orange 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 said it the start
That I would be the reason 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 Flannel?
Black Chuck and I never liked sandals
A Lotta birthdays but we ain't light candles
of Christmas gifts
but I ain't never seen
So I waited up one
Guess who came my garage
My Daddy with a Bag
Hit the lights! Aha!
Uh-uh I goin for that
I got I can see em!
Cuz they ain't
From a race track to a Dre
Don't wear no more
But a nigga strapped!
The Rumour round my middle
was that I can't
There a locker in that motherfucker
I ain't paint
And now I'm doin doughnuts in this
bout detention, teachers used to say that...