Luyện nghe bài hát Light Switch

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1]
Gold on my silver spoon
Frosted flakes on the job
boy from that pit of goons
White folks you can't rob
Yeah, at fourteen four-zeros of St. Ides
grade with a switchblade
Pentagrams on my fake
from the thrift shop
Busta on my feet, FUCK
back in the [?] now
Clay stuck in my cleats,
all in the J O B
Flame tip to that cheaba
Seeds poppin' like does
Meet girls in these green
Grass from the walk home
Cargo pants full of
Crushed in my watch pocket
No dope to [?]
up, tripped out
Tired eyed, fried
full, lips out
Mushrooms, dried
Backwoods cannot the dope
Gotta half an O in a crystal
Young in a web trap
Brainwashed liked a
Take of this blood soup
it's just me and you
Blood mates a twenty-two
Witchcraft and the is through

Light switch, nah
They the motherfucking power off
Ain't a bitch, fuck ya'll
get my neighbor up just to make a call
Light switch, fuck
I'ma grab a notepad, write it off
That's right bitch, I'mma it off
Looking at this shit, it's click to a light switch

2]
Out to my old life with tall-boy
it down to the spit bath
Natty Ice on the
Role can't get that
My whole motto was just
Laugh it off and get mad
way I'm up on the roof
Looking for cars to bricks at
is in my genes
Middle fingers and bombs
how I stay entertained
With no dad, right
Fishing hook on the hat
under my white nails
Hard truth to this false
quick to fight well
Give thanks to the
I'm a chef when I'm home
Tryin' a cook a banana peel for me and Betty to on
Tin with a big bend makes no smoke, hood smoke
Before the [?] I was res' with [?]
Skull up them cross bones that's no place to borrow soap
Pirates out in deep south go pop pills like Pablo
Don't speak they heat manage
Crime watch and them cops
And the black suit them mag lights
We them dope boys in the box

3]
Trench coats in the
young man's got an old gun
But when Pop left, got safe keys
age gap is a short jump
Babies all in that grave
Tears drop on that piece
clothes, Johnny Cash
Come hostile and you leave in
White stripes, red
White stars, blue
That up in that trailer park
Them pigs them blue lights
Psychological
Power trip and they pat you
Stunt ya growth with a cage
make a grown man act a clown
Tire on them gravel roads
Old school with rusty hoods
Baby seats full of crystal
risk but the money's good
Sherm in the bosses hand
Parliaments I smoke by the
Watching all of in my land
To the butt, nothing to waste
trap of the nation's pit
Oh how just savor it
Hoods dropping like yeah
They got a plan for you, wait for it
That was a major bitch
But man I liberated
Took shit like a dung beetle
I had a ball, I