Luyện nghe bài hát C'mon

C'mon

he was a kid he was the joker
Low potential, mediocre
Class clown, off out the back door
Long hair leave a grease on the black board
honey take off that bra
Tryin to hit a homerun in mom's garage
He loved graffiti, it him
Creeped down the with a can of rustoleum
Canvas, flat surface
He quick to control the nervousness
If it aint buildin he the bridge
And no he dont a damn what the curfew is
Chased away all the saving
them old folks bitch about the way hes raised
Southside
Get ya running from the cops just for here
Well what do ya know he got
Trying to apply what childhood him
Everybody left out in cold
To try to learn how to all that weight on his shoulders
We all want the easy life a piece of the pie that'll us high
So turn it up the speakers cry
And don't quit til' you reach the sky,

c'mon

And as an adult he took a good
Stayed from the gangs and the crooks
Even he came from the same neighborhood
So he fully that gang textbook
Stay be individual
Push the pedal and never for the typical
Feed your children look out for your
Live and let live and each one those
Good get a tight defense
And i hope you can depend on your sense
Blanked let em grow for
The followers, felons, the soldiers
Hey rapper, we know it don't
But don't forget the folks on your block
hey what you doin with the cash crop
fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up have nots
hey preacher,
is that the you live in
the kitchen
hey policeman bother
even as a kid i only robbers and robbers
headphone
pacifists
i saying you gotta kill cops
just look at your life check what its off