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 smoke, and some put blow up they nose
To cope the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding they
Corners souls opened and closed, hoping for mo'
nowhere to go, niggas rolling in droves
They shoot the wrong way, cause ain't knowin' their goals
The streets ain't safe cause they ain't the code
By the foes I was told, focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some
So we can cop and roll in a Rolls
Now I roll in a Olds, with windows don't roll
Down the roads where cars get and stole
These are the stories by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the is hot as a stove
On the

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

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

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

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

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

Black church services, murderers, Arabs 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 flow and the is
It's so hot that burn to live
The furnace is, where the moving, the determined live
We talk shit, lotto, and buy German beers
It's so black packed with action affirmative
The

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

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