Luyện nghe bài hát Corner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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