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 up they nose
To cope the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding they
Corners leave souls opened and closed, for mo'
With nowhere to go, niggas in droves
shoot the wrong way, cause they ain't knowin' their goals
The streets ain't cause they ain't knowing the code
By the foes I was told, either or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open doors
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 told by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the is hot as a stove
On the

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

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

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

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

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

church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers
As cats with gold permanents, they bags as herbalists
The dirt isn't just fertile, it's people working and earning
The curb go where the cash flow and the current is
It's so hot that niggas to live
The furnace is, where the money moving, the live
We talk shit, lotto, and buy German beers
It's so black packed with that's 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 of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge
Our Taj Mahal, our
Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to
Down on the