Luyện nghe bài hát All I Know

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

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

An' all liquor hoein' brother an' goose-neckin'
I do but I don't want to got me losin' blessings
God said take the next 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 a rocks, dyin' to the chrome in the heat
An' runnin' 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 ain't the time, won't be the last
I gotta slow down I'm livin' too fast

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

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

Matter of factually, stand alone
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, they gotta find a to contact me

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

An' to my family, the Family
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 down this before
It ain't the time, won't be the last
I gotta down 'cause I'm livin' too fast

time 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

All I know is charge cards, an' clothes
Man, it's all for
An' all could go an' when 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 because God's your coach
An' it don't 'bout the you hold, laws you broke
Things ya drink, dank an' you smoke

He gon' forgive you an' right
Now get me wrong, I like LL, but God 'Da Goat'
He da greatest of all time, if I'm 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 leather from Atlanta, came up the prayer
Worried about sister, an' hair

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

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