Luyện nghe bài hát Trauma

Used to be a
of a fire

Uh, my used to
Pray that she'd see me in
It's fucked up she see me in jail
On the visit with Lil
It hurt even though I to be well
got a smoker
With a key to my cell,
And worst, my judge
Black wanna see me do well
It's either or black people for sale
Gave me two to four years
"Fuck your life, me in hell"
And let it burn like
You even stupider
Tryna impress people in
Power power abusin' us
For 44 a hour
You coward they ya
Is it that made you send me upstate?
where the so-called
"Real niggas" up for cupcakes
And that's your phone
If you ain't got no money, you ain't
Hey your son
Call your daughter to wish them more prime
Oh God, don't let them streets get a of 'em
Your fuckin' now
gon be a cold summer
Your son now and
Your homie giving to him
And if he that paper up
He puttin' holes him
And you wanna make it home
So you can it to him
And them people finna
no parole to ya
They want blood, we all
With a noose on our
Marcelli mom died
He use my collect
And he won't it to the wake
Unless he 'em a check
We niggas though, what you expect?

I won
I was on the with the reefa
And got us warring for our freedom
See my brother on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' evil?
Uhh,
When drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a on your father
Go to school, bullet in the locker

Ain't no PTSDs, them keep it at ease
They shot that boy 20
When could've told him just freeze
put him in a cop car
But they let him bleed
The ambulance, coming baby, just breathe
That's what the old lady when she screamed
This nightmare on Elm
the 13th
And in the amendment,
It don't say we kings
They say that we legally
If we go to the
They Kaep' stand up if
You wanna for a team
And all his teammates
a thing (Stay woke)
If you don't for nothing
You fall for something
And in the 60's, if you
You'd prolly be
But they kill you now
They take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look money get spilled
Check it, and don't kill you
Now, just take you out of your deal
Kill account, look where money get spilled

I won
I was on the corner the reefa
And they got us warring for our
See my brother blood on the
How you up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
Uhh,
them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a on your father
Go to school, holes in the locker

How times you send me
To jail to know I won't fail
Invisible shackles on the
shit, I'm on bail
I went from selling out
Now shit, I'm on
Them nights starting to feel like hell, uhh
Watching a black woman take my
Almost made me hate my
they label you felon
It's they telling you they not equal
11 years going to knowing
They might keep you or you crazy
23 in a cell, somebody save me
I'm on a card, trying to explain it to my baby
I do the calendar twice, and that's a maybe

I won
I was on the corner the reefa
And got us warring for our freedom
See my blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin'
Uhh,
When them drugs got a hold of your
And the judge got a hold on your
Go to school, bullet holes in the