Luyện nghe bài hát Trauma

Used to be a
Dreamin' of a

Uh, my mammy to
that she'd see me in Yale
It's up she gotta see me in jail
On the visit Lil Papi
It hurt even though I to be well
They got a
a key to my cell, damn
And even worst, my
don't wanna see me do well
It's that or black people for sale
Gave me two to four years
"Fuck your life, me in hell"
And let it like Lucifer
You even stupider
Tryna impress people in
Power when abusin' us
For 44 a hour
You they using ya
Is it self-hate made you send me upstate?
This the so-called
"Real niggas" up for cupcakes
And that's your phone
If you got no money, you ain't online
Hey call son
Call your daughter just to them more prime
Oh God, don't let them streets get a of 'em
daughter fuckin' now
It's gon be a summer
Your son now and
Your homie nose to him
And if he that paper up
He puttin' holes him
And you just wanna make it
So you can it to him
And people ain't finna
Give no to ya
They blood, we all hangin'
With a on our neck
mom just died
He use my collect
And he won't it to the wake
Unless he 'em a check
We still niggas though, what you

I won
I was on the corner with the
And they got us for our freedom
See my blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin'
Uhh,
them 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 drugs keep it at
shot that boy 20 times
When they told him just freeze
put him in a cop car
But let him just bleed
The ambulance, they coming baby, breathe
That's what the old said when she screamed
nightmare on Elm Street
Friday the
And in the amendment,
It don't say that we
They say we legally slaves
If we go to the
told Kaep' stand up if
You wanna play for a
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
prolly be killed
But they don't you now
They just take you out of your
Kill your account, look where money get
it, and they don't kill you
Now, they just take you out of your
Kill your account, look money get spilled

I won
I was on the corner with the
And they got us for our freedom
See my brother on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin'
Uhh,
When them drugs got a of your mama
And the got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the

How many times you me
To to know that I won't fail
Invisible shackles on the
shit, I'm on bail
I went selling out arenas
Now shit, I'm on
Them cold starting to feel like hell, uhh
Watching a black woman take my
Almost made me hate my
When they label you
It's like they telling you not equal
11 years to court knowing
They might keep you or you crazy
23 hours in a cell, somebody me
I'm on a jail card, trying to explain it to my
I gotta do the calendar twice, and that's a

I won
I was on the with the reefa
And got us warring for our freedom
See my brother on the pavement
How you wake up in the feelin' 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