Luyện nghe bài hát Phoenix

Bloody ink on my pad suicide
Michael Jackson even cause you scrutinized
Fuck illuminati lies, say I'm
Baptised in the gutter, you decide
Cause the ride come with doors that be
Or the thighs on my whores, they be
Good and bad happen, wars, nigga chose a
Now all hail to the Lord you do to God
Who am I? Lord
Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat
Capo Head Hancho, now my colossal
Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper en caso
It's like you heard, God
I've the ghetto gospel
The choir like my reefer and the got my eyes low
Shits to Mary Jane to me see from singing high notes
The bible or the rifle...goodnight

Bloody ink on my pen suicide
Kurt Cobain even cause you scrutinize
It's a fine line between and lies
Jesus Christ never lied, still was
That's why I never judge nigga
Life's a bitch, but bitch in love with other niggas
3 to a bed, sheets, no nigga
Dirty kitchen, no in the cupboards nigga
Sucker niggas, my niggas
So my new attitude is "Fuck the niggas!"
I grew up niggas but don't fuck with niggas
I don't trust them niggas, ain't got no love for

Had the gold shining like them southern niggas
it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us
Meanwhile you treated all of us like niggas
Now your world is in my palm, take cover

I shall pour, Lord pick me up
Ever since a baby, two in sippy cups
Ever them diapers and my zip-me-ups
Now I'm walking on my own, y'all, wish me

Where do we
me where do we stand?
do we go?
It's all of the plan

Where do we
Tell me do we stand?
do we go?
It's all of the plan