Luyện nghe bài hát All I Know

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

Veta tryin' not to bite his hand
But they need 'em to keep 'em from 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 brother an' goose-neckin'
I do but I don't want to got me losin' blessings
God said He'll take the two steps if I take the first
I did but in it to pick an' sellin' the

From under my feet, faith an' jump in the street
Back to serve a rocks, dyin' to the chrome in the
An' with Gs that 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 gotta slow down 'cause I'm too fast

time to admit, I need 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

You can my consistent an' endless efforts up
me, trees an' branches 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, drawin' the chalk 'round

of factually, I'll stand 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 find a to contact me

Let us bow, I thank the God for right now
For the strictor, through the tribulation an' trial
For sparin' me when the was darin' me
An' me, synonymous for preparin' me

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

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

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

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

An' who to say that day ain't all close
An' if you ballin', playa, it's only because your coach
An' it don't 'bout the lies you hold, you broke
Things ya drink, an' cigars 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
to Church with a Devil tucked in your purse
Sittin' some leather Atlanta, came up finish the prayer
Worried about sister, mom's an'

All the way worried bout what sister, mom gon'
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 the South

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

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

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