Luyện nghe bài hát All I Know

I up in the hood, infested with teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin', busters
By keepin' up noses an' caine homes, pipes an' cans
So they want 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 night prayin' for go as far as the ceilin'
Got me feel like I'm from this heart that I'm dealin'

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

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

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

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

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

Matter of factually, I'll alone
With no entourage to me
God is my existence, exhalation, exactly
I'll pimp prophets, so profoundin', labels like contract me
I'm one of a kind, they gotta a satellite to contact me

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

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

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

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

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

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

He gon' you an' that's right
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, came up the prayer
Worried about sister, mom's an'

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

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

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

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, it's about who