Luyện nghe bài hát All I Know

I came up in the hood, infested with hustlers
grinders, paper chasin', scrapin' busters
By keepin' dust up noses an' caine homes, pipes an'
So they want they ride candy, just like the man

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

An' all this liquor hoein' an' goose-neckin'
That I do but I don't want to got me losin'
God said He'll take the two steps if I take the first
I did but in it to pick an' the spur

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

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

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

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

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

Let us bow, I thank the God for right now
For the strictor, smile through the tribulation an'
For sparin' me when the Devil was me
An' scarin' me, synonymous for me

An' to my family, the Family
An' ya'll family, we all
An' to me health an' an' my son, Kingston
My tongue is my gun, revolutions already

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

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

All I know is cards, cars an' clothes
Man, all for sure
An' all could go an' it's gone, you alone
Runnin' up yo phone, callin' God for

An' who to say day ain't all awful close
An' if you ballin', playa, it's only because God's your
An' it 'bout the lies you hold, laws you broke
Things ya drink, dank an' cigars you

He gon' forgive you an' that's
Now get me wrong, I like LL, but God 'Da Goat'
He da greatest of all time, if I'm lyin' I'm
Can I get a

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

All the way worried what sister, mom gon' wear
This ya boy or should ride the martyr there?
It matter, at least that's the moral there
In Sunday service, with a Bible, lie defer the

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

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

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