Luyện nghe bài hát You Are The Blood

You are the flowing 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 automated Gun
11 pounds seven ounces here we come
My first in my crib
I heard screaming
A Gunshots,
then tires screeching
My father reaching, what is he
He rolled me in my crib,
just to get his
Is he a
That's what I'm thinking. He can't be
he do heroin and he be drinking
Shopping powder up on my momma mirror
Mexican in my kitchen cookin
lookin shakira
I'm in my chair,
naked, this is Rated R.
Think I payin attention
cuz u slide me a jar?
Then my momma walked in an orange box
I couldn't what it said cuz she leaned over and said...

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

First day of kindergarten shoe strings for a
Moms the graveyard, too tired,
so I dressed
Who Goes to School in a Freddy Flannel?
Black Taylors and I never liked sandals
A birthdays but we ain't never light candles
of Christmas gifts
but I ain't 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 for that
I got I can see em!
Cuz they wrapped
From a race track to a Dre
Don't overalls no more
But a nigga strapped!
The Rumour round my school
was that I can't
There wasn't a locker in that
I paint black
And now I'm doin in this maybach
Reminiscing detention, teachers used to say that...