Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Grand

50 for my chain
Quarter mil' for my
10 for my house
1: Devlin]
I think that I'm be sick
It like every MC is about
Loves the poor they're rich
Then he wonders why they're getting rolled on when he try and walk round in the bits
This is real life no thrills
On a reals it feels
I've impaled on a steel spike
But still fight, for my girls and real guys in the real that 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 swagger at all, me
And I bet I can draw your
Comply with please
I'm gutter, I'll do what I
I had a pipe dream in the grime
Now I'm at withering heights

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

(That's not me)
(Skepta)
(Trust me)
(Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3:
I never had it, it, saved it
Spent it, it, gave it
To who needed it more than me
in the ends getting shanked for the P
More I'm tryna show 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 law degree
You see the rap lifestyle, if you wanna
Celebrities and the worthless
I ain't saying I don't want to make
But right now I'm tryna do the tings with it
If I eat food, eat food in my
See me and Dev in a near you
And when I up to the premiere
ask why I ain't wearing a suit, you're tired