Luyện nghe bài hát 44 Bars

If you're dealing war, stay far
We're dealing with and rights
Come more into my sight

Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and
I thought the album was but I keep writing shit
It's kind of funny how life changed and
No what happens, everything ain't gon' be the same
The incredible album, what an incredible
I the mic and then talk to the people like I'm Malcolm
I to think the fame and money was the motivation
Until I toured the world and met the face to face and
Understood that the power was harnessed in that
It ain't the money and notoriety
about the people and making a difference in society
But don't get it twisted, this life I'm living is like a
The Godfather, the wielding an Uzi
One with the people, if the people is who's he?
Same level, the same rebel that settled
strings like Geppeto who overcame the ghetto
And I know you wrote me and I ain't answered
Cause shit is now, it's forced upon me
Different
I used to spend all my time conversing you
But now I write song to let you know I'm hurting with you
Shit is too big, but be honest, man
It's bittersweet, besides the shows and meet and greets y'all only see me on the street
And even then, that is rare—I just don't go outside
Cause I don't fuck with this world, I'd rather hide
That misconception, "Cause I rap, I must be with pride"
I ain't perfect, if you heard different then someone lied
People in my ear telling me, "Talk shit"
Actions speak louder than words, I'd rather that shit
the first album
I'm one of the earners on the label
Within six I put the second one on they table
I've sold out shows in parts of the world I can't pronounce
Release the tickets, watch them when we announce
Fuck all that murderous shit right now
Just let me
The mood me is people smokin' that by the ounce
Leave Friday for the show and come back Monday a hundred grand
Don't fuck checks, so when I bounce I prefer cash in hand
You know my week looking crazy due to high demand
Cause people don't buy in this day and age
They buy the
There's ups and downs, don't get me
But when I ain't have shit
Felt like I would've sold my soul to make it with this rap
God he never let Lucifer close enough to ask
Let me attain it by workin' and busting my ass
Achieved a lot in life, but what's a lot more to gain?
At least I don't to avoid the hurt, we call that Champagne

Come some more my sight
Come some more my sight...