Luyện nghe bài hát Trauma

Used to be a
of a fire

Uh, my mammy to
Pray that see me in Yale
fucked up she gotta see me in jail
On the with Lil Papi
It hurt though I seemed to be well
got a smoker
With a key to my cell,
And worst, my judge
don't wanna see me do well
It's either that or black for sale
Gave me two to four years
"Fuck life, meet me in hell"
And let it burn Lucifer
You look even
impress them people in
Power when power us
For 44 dollars a
You they using ya
Is it self-hate that made you me upstate?
where the so-called
"Real niggas" up for cupcakes
And that's phone time
If you got no money, you ain't online
Hey call son
Call your daughter just to wish them prime
Oh God, don't let them streets get a of 'em
Your daughter now
It's gon be a cold
son trapping now and
Your homie nose to him
And if he fuck that up
He puttin' through him
And you just wanna it home
So you can it to him
And them people finna
Give no to ya
They blood, we all hangin'
With a noose on our
mom just died
He use my collect
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 with the reefa
And got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the
How you wake up in the mornin' evil?
Uhh,
When drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your
Go to school, bullet in the locker

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

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

How many you send me
To jail to that I won't fail
Invisible shackles on the
'Cause shit, I'm on
I went from selling out
Now shit, I'm on
Them cold nights starting to like hell, uhh
Watching a black woman my freedom
Almost made me hate my
they label you felon
It's like they telling you they not
11 going to court knowing
They keep you or drive you crazy
23 hours in a cell, save me
I'm on a jail card, trying to it to my baby
I gotta do the twice, and that's a maybe

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