Luyện nghe bài hát good kid

Mass baby
Ill education
Want to reconnect with your
is your station baby

Look inside these and you see them having withdrawals
Of a on his way
Trapped your desire
To fire that stray
a tire just tell you I'm tired and ran away
I should ask a choir do you require
To a song that acquire me to have faith
As the record I should pray
For the I recognize that I'm easily prey
I got ate yesterday
I got building
probably big as a building
Me jumping off of the
Is just me it safe
But what am I to do
When the is red or blue
And you understand that I
But I'm accustomed to
Just a couple that look for
And in the street with rank
No better picture to paint than me from bible study
And called his homies he had said he noticed my face
a function that tooken place
They was wondering if I
Step on my neck and get blood on Nike checks
I don't because one day you'll respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d.

All I see is strobe
me in my hindsight
Finding me by
Promise me you can
In all honesty I got time to be copacetic
You had finally made decision to me against my will
It was like a on collision that folded me standing still
I can never out the difference
And grade a cop on the
Every you clock in the morning
I you just want to kill
All my innocence while ignoring my
To persevere as a person
I know you heard this and probably in
But what am I to do
the blinking of red and blue
Flash from the top of your
And dog has to say roof
And you ask, "Lift up shirt"
Cause you wonder if a
Of can make it a pleasure to put me through
Gang files, but that don't because the matter is racial profile
I them chatter: "He's probably young but I know that he's down"
Step on his neck as hard as your bullet vest
He don't mind, he know never respect
The kid, m.A.A.d. city

All I see in this
20 Xanies and 'shrooms
Grown-up for pain
Can we live in the same
It's entirely stressful my brain
You me as a victim
I quietly hope for
When violence is the
me to obtain
The silence in room
With 20 Xanies and
grown-up candy I lost it
I feel it's to lose
The streets sure to release the worst of my best
mind, 'cause now you ever in debt
To kid, m.A.A.d. city