Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Grand

50 grand for my
Quarter for my whip
10 mil' for my
1: Devlin]
I think that I'm be sick
It seems like every MC is
Loves telling the poor they're
Then he wonders why they're getting rolled on he wanna try and walk round in the bits
This is life no thrills hype
On a it feels like
I've been on a steel spike
But still fight, for my girls and real guys in the real grind write real rhymes
It's the boy next door that kicked doors and I'm back on an ill vibe
(Alright)
pounds on my weed
Five pounds on my
No at all, just me
And I bet I can draw wife
Comply anything please
I'm gutter, I'll do what I
I had a pipe in the grime scene
Now I'm flying at withering

[Verse 2:
Ten for my cab
Some cheap wine for this
I'm streetwise, you - fact
fleece guys, you're getting wrapped
Outside of the East Side is I'm at
fiends lie and make traps
For these sweet guys flash
But when it's beats it ain't that
(Alright)
These times I'm in the lab with
These guys are on a madness
No peace signs, I'm gonna stab this
to kill it, I'm able and willing
Rep for the boys, the and the women
Tryna get by in the times we live in
Tryna a life and a living

(That's not me)
(Skepta)
(Trust me)
(Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3:
I had it, made it, saved it
it, lost it, gave it
To people who needed it than me
Guys in the getting shanked for the P
More time I'm tryna man the vision
But like man are still too poor to see
So I let man do ting
I ain't judging anybody, I don't wanna law
You see the rap lifestyle, if you live
and the worthless riches
I ain't I don't want to make money
But now I'm tryna do the right tings with it
If I eat food, eat in my crew
See me and Dev in a cinema you
And I pull up to the premiere
Don't ask why I ain't wearing a suit, you're