Luyện nghe bài hát Institutionalized

What money got to do it
I don't know the full definition of a rap image?
I'm trapped the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a
up
Get it
I said I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to it
Institutionalized, I could still me a nigga, so what?

If I was the
I'd pay my mama's
my homies and them
Bulletproof my doors
Lay in the White and get high, Lord
Who thought?
Master the chains off me

can be like a box of chocolate
Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', the obvious
Oh shit, so sick, don't you swallow it
Bitin' my style, salmonella poison positive
I can just alleviate the rap industry
the game up, never lactose intolerant
The last remainder of real shit, you the obvious
Me scholarship? No, streets put me through
Be all you can be, true, but the is
A dream's only a if work don't follow it
Remind me of the homies that to know me, now follow this
I'll you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal
K Dizzle do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god
all of 'em spoiled, usually you're never charged
But somethin' came over you I took you to the fuckin' BET Awards
You lookin' at like the harvests
So many Rollies around you and you want all of
Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin'
I should've what my grandmama said to me

Shit change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Shit don't until you get up and wash your ass
don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Oh now, down

And upon a time in a city so divine
West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was 5 foot something, God the kid
Took his homie to the and this is what they said

am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks?
The convicts talk 'bout matchin', money and foreign
The private jets and passports, presidential glass
Gold bottles, models, sniffin' up the ass for
flicks, suck a dick, fuck is this?
One suck away from wavin' flashy wrist
My defense mechanism me to get him, quickly because he got it
It's the recession, why the fuck he in King of Diamonds?
No livin' poor, meet my .44
When I see 'em, put the per diem on the
Now Kendrick, know they're your
But gon' take a lot for this pistol go cold turkey
Now I can watch his on the TV and be okay
But see I'm on the clock that watch landin' in LA
Remember steal from the rich and givin' it back to the
Well that's me at these
I guess my was warnin' a boy
She

Shit don't change until you get up and wash ass nigga
Shit don't change you get up and wash your ass
Shit change until you get up and wash your ass nigga
Oh now, slow

And once upon a time in a so divine
Called West Side Compton, there stood a little
He was 5 something, dazed and confused
Talented but still under the neighborhood
You can take your boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the
Took his show money, stashed it in the wozey
nervous
Fuck you, goodnight, thank you for your service