Luyện nghe bài hát All I Know

I came up in the hood, infested with teenage
Street grinders, paper chasin', busters
By dust up noses an' caine homes, pipes an' cans
So they they ride candy, painted just like the man

That Veta tryin' not to his hand
But they need 'em to keep 'em life they stand
Every prayin' for prayin' go as far as the ceilin'
Got me feel like I'm cursed this heart that I'm dealin'

An' all this liquor hoein' brother an'
I do but I don't want to got me losin' blessings
God said He'll take the next two steps if I take the
I did but in it to pick an' sellin' the

From under my feet, lost faith an' jump in the
to serve a rocks, dyin' to the chrome in the heat
An' with Gs that take it to the block with 'em
Tellin' me, along with my greens, up like pot

Well, all I
That I'd been down this road
It the first time, won't be the last
I gotta slow down 'cause I'm livin' too

It's to admit, I need some help
Still with my momma, can't feed myself
ain't about who straight, who real, who fake
An' who gay, about who pray

You can clock my consistent an' efforts up
me, trees an' branches catch draft
When I'm choppin' down a path to walk
Actually don't even know how talk
I'm tryin' to stop the next step, they drawin' the 'round

Matter of factually, stand alone
no entourage to back me
God is my existence, exhalation, exactly
I'll pimp prophets, so profoundin', labels don't contract me
I'm one of a kind, they find a satellite to contact me

Let us bow, I thank the Almighty God for now
For the strictor, smile through the tribulation an'
For sparin' me when the was darin' me
An' scarin' me, for preparin' me

An' to my family, the Dungeon
An' ya'll family, we all
An' to me health an' home an' my son,
My tongue is my gun, already begun

Well, all I
That I'd been down road before
It the first time, won't be the last
I gotta slow down I'm livin' too fast

It's time to admit, I need help
Still livin' with my momma, feed myself
Life ain't who straight, who real, who fake
An' who gay, it's about who

All I know is charge cards, an' clothes
Man, it's all for
An' all could go an' when it's gone, you
Runnin' up yo cell phone, God for

An' who to say that day all awful close
An' if you ballin', playa, it's only because God's coach
An' it 'bout the lies you hold, laws you broke
Things ya drink, dank an' you smoke

He gon' you an' that's right
Now don't get me wrong, I like LL, but God 'Da
He da of all time, if I'm lyin' I'm blind
Can I get a

But we got to stop, we got to doin' dirt
Comin' to with a Devil tucked in your purse
Sittin' some from Atlanta, came up finish the prayer
Worried about sister, mom's an'

All the way bout what sister, mom gon' wear
This ya boy or should ride the martyr there?
It don't matter, at that's the moral there
In Sunday service, with a Bible, lie defer the

But God her, we here to thank God
An' that's the step inside Church thinkin'
I said step inside His Holy thinkin'
We all God's Property an' not Kirk Franklin

Well, all I
That I'd down this road before
It ain't the first time, won't be the
I gotta down 'cause I'm livin' too fast

It's time to admit, I some help
Still livin' with my momma, can't myself
ain't about who straight, who real, who fake
An' who gay, it's about who