Luyện nghe bài hát Corner

Memories on the with the fo's and the mo's
Walk to the store for the rose, talking to hoes
Got uncles smoke, and some put blow up they nose
To cope the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, holding they rolls
Corners leave souls opened and closed, for mo'
With nowhere to go, rolling in droves
They shoot the wrong way, cause they ain't knowin' goals
The streets ain't safe cause ain't knowing the code
By the foes I was told, either or fold
Got with flows, hope they open some doors
So we can cop clothes and in a Rolls
Now I roll in a Olds, with windows don't roll
the roads 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 I could give you this feeling
I wish I could this feeling
On the corners rob or kill
And dying to make a living, huh?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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