Luyện nghe bài hát All I Know

I came up in the hood, infested with teenage
Street grinders, paper chasin', busters
By keepin' up noses 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 night for prayin' go as far as the ceilin'
Got me feel like I'm cursed from this heart I'm dealin'

An' all this liquor hoein' brother an'
That I do but I want to got me losin' blessings
God said He'll the next two steps if I take 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' Gs that take it to the block with 'em
Tellin' me, along with my greens, up pot nickel

Well, all I
I'd been down this road before
It ain't the first time, won't be the
I gotta slow down 'cause I'm 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, about who pray

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But God bless her, we here to God
An' the step inside Holy 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, be the last
I gotta down '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 who pray