Luyện nghe bài hát You Are The Blood

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

1-9-7-9 That was the year California would go
My Momma had a son, a automated Gun
11 pounds ounces Compton here we come
My first in my crib
I heard somebody
A Gunshots,
then tires screeching
My reaching, what is he grabbing?
He me over in my crib,
just to get his
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
like shakira
I'm in my chair,
They naked, is Rated R.
Think I ain't payin
cuz u me a Gerber jar?
Then my momma walked in with an box
I couldn't read it said cuz she leaned over and said...

You are the Blood flowing through my
And I could feel it in my heart, my mom's said it from the
I would 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 dressed
Who Goes to School in a Krueger Flannel?
Black Chuck and I never liked sandals
A Lotta birthdays but we ain't never light
of Christmas gifts
but I never seen Santa
So I up one year
Guess who came through my
My Daddy with a Bag
Hit the lights! Aha!
Uh-uh I goin for that
I got I can see em!
Cuz they wrapped
From a race track to a Dre
wear overalls no more
But a nigga strapped!
The Rumour my middle school
was that I rack
There wasn't a locker in motherfucker
I ain't paint
And now I'm doin doughnuts in this
bout detention, teachers used to say that...