Luyện nghe bài hát Corner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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