Luyện nghe bài hát C'mon

C'mon

he was a kid he was the joker
Low potential, straight
Class clown, sneak off out the back
Long hair leave a grease spot on the board
C'mon honey off that bra
to hit a homerun in your mom's garage
He loved graffiti, it him
Creeped down the with a can of rustoleum
Canvas, flat surface
He learned quick to the nervousness
If it buildin he burnt the bridge
And no he give a damn what the curfew is
Chased away all the grace
While them old folks about the way hes raised
Minneatmosphere
Get ya running from the cops just for here
Well do ya know he got older
Trying to what childhood showed him
Everybody out in that cold
To try to learn how to manage all that on his shoulders
We all want the easy life a piece of the pie that'll keep us
So turn it up til' the cry
And don't quit til' you reach the sky,

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And as an adult he a good look
away from the gangs and the crooks
Even though he came from the same
So he fully that gang textbook
Stay be individual
Push the pedal and never for the typical
Feed your children look out for people
Live and let live and one teach those
Good luck get a tight
And i hope you can depend on your sense
Blanked let em grow for
The followers, felons, the fallen
Hey rapper, we know it don't
But don't forget about the folks on block
hey dopeman you doin with the cash crop
fuckin up gettin fat, fuckin up fellow have
hey preacher,
is the house you live in
the kitchen
hey dont bother
even as a kid i only played and robbers
headphone
pacifists
i aint saying you gotta cops
just look at your life check its built off