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 that smoke, and some put blow up nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it
In their socks and their soles, niggas they rolls
leave souls opened and closed, hoping for mo'
With nowhere to go, niggas rolling in
They shoot the wrong way, cause they ain't their goals
The ain't safe cause they ain't knowing the code
By the foes I was told, either or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope open some doors
So we can cop clothes and in a Rolls
Now I in a Olds, with windows that don't roll
Down the where cars get broken and stole
These are the stories by Stony and Cottage Grove
The is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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