Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Grand

50 for my chain
Quarter mil' for my
10 mil' for my
[Verse 1:
I think that I'm gonna be
It seems like MC is about
Loves the poor they're rich
Then he why they're getting rolled on when he wanna try and walk round in the bits
This is life no thrills hype
On a reals it like
I've been impaled on a spike
But still fight, for my girls and real guys in the grind that write real rhymes
It's the boy next door kicked down 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
with 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
cheap wine for this skank
I'm streetwise, you - fact
I'll guys, you're getting wrapped
Outside of the East Side is I'm at
fiends lie and make traps
For these sweet that flash
But when it's beats it ain't that
(Alright)
These times I'm in the lab with
These are on a madness learn
No peace signs, I'm stab this verse
to kill it, I'm able and willing
Rep for the boys, the kids and the
get by in the times that we live in
Tryna make a and a living

(That's not me)
(Skepta)
(Trust me)
(Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3:
I never had it, made it, it
Spent it, lost it, it
To people who needed it than me
Guys in the ends shanked for the P
time I'm tryna show man the vision
But it's like man are too poor to see
So I let man do their
I ain't judging anybody, I don't law degree
You see the rap lifestyle, if you wanna
Celebrities and the riches
I ain't saying I don't to make money
But right now I'm tryna do the right with it
If I eat food, eat in my crew
See me and Dev in a cinema you
And when I pull up to the
Don't ask why I ain't wearing a suit, you're