Luyện nghe bài hát Music Box

Listen up, turn your box up, all around
This one's for the ghetto
of y'all recognize, some of y'all won't
Better pay attention and listen

There was an old who lived in my hood
sold freeze pops for a quarter
Had so many that I lost count
sons than she had daughters

And every before they would fall asleep
Theyd for shelter and food to eat
But the landlord huffed and blew the down
Now out on the streets

And now she cleans, she
The tears drop
The only that drowns it out
Comes from my box

So just let the music
let it stop
It ain't easy up in the hood
But I got my box

When the sound wind it up
Or the shots down just wind it up
[Incomprehensible] the but Im up to no good
I got my music box

There was an old man, he in the hood
Had rubber bands, dimes, and quarters a block
Put him away, his wife and kids
And a sexist daughter

Couldn't shake the reflections, to perfection
seen it all before
Now she the advice of a kid folk
Tell her home but she creeping out the back door

And now she pays the
girl so lost
I feel pain, try to maintain
up your music box

So let the music play
Don't let it
It easy growing up in the hood
But I got my box

When the sound wind it up
Or the shots down just wind it up
[Incomprehensible] the but Im up to no good
Cause I got my box

This hood got me sick
the doctor, quick, quick, quick
Doctor, doctor, I die?
Na, na, young girl, let the song play

So just let the play
let it stop
It ain't easy growing up in the
But I got my box

When the sirens sound it up
Or the shots down just wind it up
the hood but Im up to no good
Cause I got my box

I got my music box
My box