Luyện nghe bài hát Corner

Memories on the corners with the and the mo's
Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to
Got uncles that smoke, and put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the is cold and it blows
In their socks and soles, niggas holding they rolls
Corners souls opened and closed, hoping for mo'
With nowhere to go, niggas in droves
They shoot the wrong way, cause they ain't knowin' their
The streets ain't safe cause ain't knowing the code
By the I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, they open some doors
So we can cop and roll in a Rolls
Now I in a Olds, with windows that don't roll
Down the roads where get broken and stole
These are the stories by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the block is hot as a
On the

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

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

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

I I could give you this feeling
I wish I 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 as tribal dances and war cries
Broke out on corners
to the people
Black
is beautiful

Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving
As cats with gold permanents, move they as herbalists
The dirt isn't fertile, it's people working and earning this
The curb getters go the cash flow and the current is
so hot that niggas burn to live
The furnace is, where the moving, the determined live
We talk shit, play lotto, and buy beers
It's so packed with action that's affirmative
The

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

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