Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Your Eyez Only [Explicit]

For eyes only
(for eyes)

For your eyes only, for your eyes
(for eyes)

For your only

Hey
Niggas be dying on the
It seems my faded for far too long, the consequences deadly
visualize myself as nothing but a criminal
Control the block, serving up and stay subliminal
Cause young niggas is headed, they letting off
Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can
Ain't no coming back, dressed in black
it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack
And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me like I ain't the one who put Jays on her feet
Like I ain't out in the field like
I might be low for the moment but I will back
Despite the charges, back to the I fight regardless,
Screaming "fuck the law", my life is
That's you call it
Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the thing from heaven
This is hell and I don't mean that
I try to find employment even if the chargeless
But these be making life the hardest
Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a
Or run up on your yard, snatch daughter bike and pawn it
why I write this sonnet
If the pressure get too much for me to take and I
Play this tape for my daughter and let her my life is on it
Let her my life is on it
(For eyes)
Let her know my is on
For your eyes

For your eyes do you
For your eyes do you me
For eyes do you understand
For your eyes do you me
For your eyes do you
For eyes do you understand me
For eyes do you understand
For your do you understand me

You're probably now so this song'll hit you
If you're hearing this it unfortunately I'm no longer with you
In the physical, not even sure if I in God
But you still alive
He got me praying that the is real
So I can be a of you still, my pops was killed too
So I know how part of you
you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me
Life in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me
I hope not, I'm of dope spots
And that smoke rocks
seen far too many niggas hopes rot
I'm writing this 'cause me and the devil had a
I see round the corner, apologizing in advance
know if I ever had a chance
At a glance I'm a failure, to pushing paraphernalia
But had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
disappeared by the age of eight years
My shot up, drug related
Mama
So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was
was staining the concrete
Older niggas I talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet
slow money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen, six later was handed sentence
Round the same time you came in world
Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming girl?
I her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of
For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever
I was nineteen, it me two felonies to see the trap, this crooked ass system set for me
And now it's too late for me to ever be the one that set examples that never set for me
I'm living fast, but not fast cause karma keeps catching up to me
And if my becomes the death of me, I hope you understand

For your do you understand
For your do you understand me
For your do you understand
For eyes do you understand me
For eyes do you understand
For eyes do you understand me
For your do you understand
For your do you understand me

In several ways I went out, too many to count
Was it the trigger happy that the badges give clout
Was it the nigga, blasting frustrated cause the cash running out
Niggas don't know how to act in a
See girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed
My views misshaped by new
That confirmed the shit I learned in the streets was true
That niggas don't speak when they beef with you
They just pull up on your street, let the have you
And if a nigga hungry he gon' eat your food
I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, cops
Ducking rules, blocks that don't love you
I pray you find a nigga with and point of views
Much broader than the corner, if not gon' corner you
Into a box, where your son don't even his pops
And the cyclical nature of time continues
My worst fear is one day that you come home from school and see your father while hearing 'bout tragedy on news
I got the strangest feeling your gonna lose his life soon
And sadly if listening now it must mean it's true
But maybe a chance that it's not
And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable
And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own
I love you and I hope to God I lose you
For your eyes

For eyes
For eyes only
For eyes
For your only
For your do you understand

One day your daddy called me, told me he had a feeling
What been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling
I tried to pick his brains, still he revealing
But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was
He said "Jermaine, I since we was children I never asked for nothing
When times was hard I had discussions with you begging you to help me
I dealt with the of my actions
I know you tried to steer me away from shit
But that shit was in my blood, you my life
I your momma nigga, send my love
In case I never get a chance to again
I won't forget the spent sleeping at your crib
That's the way I wished my family
But my granny crib was in the
I had to interject like, "Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you at?"
He said "Listen, I got no time to dive descriptions
But I've been having premonitions, call it visions from the other side
I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is
With said I'm proud to say I was a father
Write my story down and if I go play it for my daughter when she ready
So I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only, you ever scratch it disrespect it
This perspective is a one, another lost Ville son
I dedicate these words to you and all the other
Affected by all the mass incarceration in this
That sent your pops to prison he needed education
Sometimes I think this would've done us better
Although that means I would never be brought into this world 'cos my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl to take to Jonesborough with
Little Zach and World barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told
Girl daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was cold
Not because he was the first to get some twelve years old
Not he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues
Not 'cause he from bagging up them grams to serving Os
Now daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard
Not because he lived a life of and sat behind some bars
Not because he screamed the law, although that was true
Your daddy was a real 'cos he loved you"
For your eyes