Luyện nghe bài hát Corner

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

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

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

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

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

The corner was our magic, our music, our
Fires as tribal dances and war cries
Broke out on different
Power to the
Black
is beautiful

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

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

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