Luyện nghe bài hát Institutionalized

What got to do with it
When I don't know the definition of a rap image?
I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I runnin' back for a visit
up
Get it
I said I'm trapped inside the and I ain't proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I still kill me a nigga, so what?

If I was the
I'd pay my rent
my homies and them
Bulletproof my Chevy
Lay in the House and get high, Lord
Who thought?
take the chains off me

Life can be a box of chocolate
Quid pro quo, for somethin', that's the obvious
Oh shit, so sick, don't you swallow it
Bitin' my style, you're poison positive
I can alleviate the rap industry politics
Milk the game up, never intolerant
The last remainder of real shit, you know the
Me No, streets put me through colleges
Be all you can be, true, but the is
A dream's only a dream if work don't it
Remind me of the homies that to know me, now follow this
I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm just way too loyal
K would do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god
Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually you're charged
But somethin' came over you once I you to the fuckin' BET Awards
You lookin' at artists like the
So many Rollies around you and you all of them
Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin'
I should've listened what my said to me

Shit don't change until you get up and wash ass nigga
Shit don't change you get up and wash your ass
don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Oh now, down

And once a time in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton, there a little nigga
He was 5 foot something, God the kid
his homie to the show and this is what they said

Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm at walkin' licks?
The talk 'bout matchin', money and foreign whips
The private jets and passports, glass floor
Gold bottles, models, sniffin' up the ass for
Instagram flicks, a dick, fuck is this?
One more away from wavin' flashy wrist
My mechanism tell me to get him, quickly because he got it
It's the recession, then why the he in King of Diamonds?
No livin' poor, meet my .44
I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor
Now Kendrick, they're your co-workers
But it's gon' take a lot for this pistol go cold
Now I can watch his on the TV and be okay
But see I'm on the clock once that watch in LA
Remember from the rich and givin' it back to the poor?
Well that's me at awards
I guess my grandmama was a boy
She

don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Shit don't change until you get up and wash ass
Shit don't change until you get up and wash ass nigga
Oh now, slow

And once a time in a city so divine
Called West Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was 5 something, dazed and confused
but still under the neighborhood ruse
You can take your boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the
Took his show money, it in the mozey wozey
nervous
Fuck you, goodnight, you much for your service