Luyện nghe bài hát Corner

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

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

We overstated, we underrated, we
The corner was our time when stood still and
Gators and and
Yellow and pink and

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

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

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

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

I wish I could you this feeling
I wish I could give 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 to freedom, to peace, and to love
on the corner