Luyện nghe bài hát Trauma

Used to be a
of a fire

Uh, my used to
that she'd see me in Yale
It's fucked up she see me in jail
On the visit Lil Papi
It hurt even I seemed to be well
They got a
a key to my cell, damn
And even worst, my
don't wanna see me do well
It's either that or black for sale
Gave me two to four like
"Fuck life, meet me in hell"
And let it burn Lucifer
You look stupider
impress them people in
Power when abusin' us
For 44 a hour
You coward using ya
Is it self-hate that made you send me
where the so-called
"Real niggas" sweeping up for
And your phone time
If you ain't got no money, you ain't
Hey call son
Call your daughter just to wish more prime
Oh God, don't let them streets get a of 'em
Your fuckin' now
gon be a cold summer
Your son now and
Your homie nose to him
And if he that paper up
He puttin' holes him
And you just wanna make it
So you can it to him
And them ain't finna
no parole to ya
They blood, we all hangin'
With a on our neck
mom just died
He wanna use my
And he won't it to the wake
Unless he give 'em a
We still niggas though, you expect?

I won
I was on the corner with the
And they got us warring for our
See my blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin'
Uhh,
When them drugs got a hold of your
And the got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet in the locker

Ain't no PTSDs, them drugs it at ease
They that boy 20 times
When they could've him just freeze
put him in a cop car
But they let him just
The ambulance, coming baby, just breathe
That's the old lady said when she screamed
This nightmare on Elm
the 13th
And in the amendment,
It don't say that we
They say that we legally
If we go to the
They Kaep' stand up if
You wanna for a team
And all his teammates
a thing (Stay woke)
If you stand for nothing
You fall for something
And in the 60's, if you
prolly be killed
But don't kill you now
just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look money get spilled
Check it, and don't kill you
Now, just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look money get spilled

I won
I was on the corner with the
And got us warring for our freedom
See my brother on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' evil?
Uhh,
them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your
Go to school, bullet in the locker

How times you send me
To jail to know that I fail
shackles on the king
'Cause shit, I'm on
I went from selling out
Now shit, I'm on
Them cold nights to feel like hell, uhh
a black woman take my freedom
Almost made me hate my
When label you felon
It's they telling you they not equal
11 years going to knowing
might keep you or drive you crazy
23 hours in a cell, somebody me
I'm on a jail card, trying to it to my baby
I gotta do the calendar twice, and a maybe

I won
I was on the corner the reefa
And they got us for our freedom
See my brother blood on the
How you wake up in the mornin' evil?
Uhh,
When them drugs got a hold of your
And the judge got a hold on your
Go to school, bullet in the locker