Luyện nghe bài hát All I Know

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

That tryin' not to bite his hand
But they need 'em to keep 'em from they stand
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 this hoein' brother an' goose-neckin'
That I do but I don't 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' the spur

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

Well, all I
That I'd been down 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 need help
Still livin' with my momma, feed myself
ain't about who straight, who real, who fake
An' who gay, about who pray

You can clock my consistent an' efforts up
me, trees an' branches catch draft
When I'm down 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 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, gotta find a satellite to contact me

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

An' to my family, the Dungeon
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
That I'd been down this road
It ain't the first time, won't be the
I gotta slow down I'm livin' too fast

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

All I is charge cards, cars an' clothes
Man, it's all for
An' all could go an' when it's gone, you
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 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' that's
Now don't get me wrong, I LL, but God 'Da Goat'
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
Comin' to with a Devil tucked in your purse
Sittin' leather from Atlanta, came up finish the prayer
Worried about sister, an' hair

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

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

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

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