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 spot on the black board
honey take off that bra
Tryin to hit a in your mom's garage
He loved graffiti, it him
Creeped the alley with a can of rustoleum
Canvas, flat surface
He learned quick to control the
If it buildin he burnt the bridge
And no he dont a damn what the curfew is
Chased away all the grace
While old folks bitch about the way hes raised
Minneatmosphere
Get ya running from the cops just for practice
Well what do ya know he got
Trying to apply what showed him
Everybody out in that cold
To try to learn how to manage all weight on his shoulders
We all want the easy a piece of the pie that'll keep us high
So turn it up the speakers cry
And don't quit til' you reach the sky,

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And as an adult he took a look
Stayed from the gangs and the crooks
though he came from the same neighborhood
So he understood that gang textbook
Stay be individual
the pedal and never settle for the typical
Feed children look out for your people
and let live and each one teach those
Good luck get a tight
And i hope you can depend on higher sense
Blanked emcees let em for
The followers, felons, the fallen
Hey rapper, we know it don't
But don't forget about the folks on block
hey what you doin with the cash crop
fuckin up gettin fat, up fellow have nots
hey preacher,
is that the house you in
how's the
hey policeman dont
even as a kid i only played robbers and
headphone
pacifists
i saying you gotta kill cops
just at your life check what its built off