Luyện nghe bài hát Corner

Memories on the with the fo's and the mo's
to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes
Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up nose
To with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding rolls
Corners leave opened and closed, hoping for mo'
With nowhere to go, rolling in droves
They shoot the wrong way, they ain't knowin' their goals
The streets safe cause they ain't knowing the code
By the I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins flows, hope they open some doors
So we can cop clothes and in a Rolls
Now I in a Olds, with windows that don't roll
the roads where cars get broken and stole
These are the stories by Stony and Cottage Grove
The is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the

I wish I give you this feeling
I wish I could give this
On the corners niggas rob or
And dying just to make a living,

We overstated, we underrated, we
The corner was our time when time stood and
and snakeskins and
Yellow and pink and

Street lights and nights, cats trying to eat right
no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes
So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet
Desires of street life, and weed types
hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like
The beasts roam the streets, the is Greek-like
Game at its peak, we speak and hype
Bang in the streets hats cocked or deep right
It's steep life, up where niggas is sheep-like
and hoopers, we strive to be like
G's with three strikes, that need light
Cheese and recite, needs and BE
The corner, where struggle and greed
We write songs wrong 'cause it's hard to see right
Look to the sky, hoping it bleed light
Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she
The

I wish I could give you this
I wish I could give feeling
On the corners rob or kill
And just to make a living, huh?

The was our magic, our music, our politics
raised as tribal dances and war cries
Broke out on different
to the people
Black
Black is

Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving
As cats with gold permanents, they bags as herbalists
The dirt isn't just fertile, it's people working and earning
The curb getters go where the cash and the current is
It's so hot that burn to live
The is, where the money moving, the determined live
We talk shit, play lotto, and buy beers
It's so black with action that's affirmative
The

I I could give you this feeling
I wish I could give feeling
On the corners rob or kill
And dying to make a living, huh?

The was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge
Our Taj Mahal, our
Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to
Down on the