Luyện nghe bài hát Autobiographical

It's the brown child, better of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by
In Astoria, kid named, Tiki the cake
The greens and the steak and the potatoes and the

a dummy, rejections are funny
First of my life I thought that food stamps were money
So by ten I was the mess, got a men and I had friend
So now I'm pocket books with Sean Wilkinson

Get that money, lil' nigga' that's what told me
I never sweated props cause like my pops they couldn't me
Until he shorty's got it going on, rolling on
Who told? Damn,

The Bland man and my pop give a damn
The day I played matches, took the stove to my hand
Hot temperature, he me the players' version
The ego in submersion for the end of week

I'm back, back on the scene
Like a ball on the green, giving strokes with my
And the commentary pop told me, I'm lowly
And moms change-bank hold me, so

She don't me, she just grabs the belt
Knuckle the buckle, tells me all about the pain she
At the precinct when a pre-teen was spotted at the
Came up the green, not a cop could intervene

Listen here, you little
You ain't going to fuck me
Got me coming to this damn
Dammit, I'm a your motherfucking ass
Shit, you ain't going to me crazy

Now, happens Tori met Tom, not too ago
He was a nigga, yo, he said he had the flow
He loved a bro, I know I see you grow
To a TV show the nigga said we all could go

So I'm up and out of the ghetto, son of a miner
City slicking, Carolinian standing out like Ming
A golden bull at though I moved around
The balls bounced to the bottom, settled at a small

Hey, boy, your name?, first day, first fight
I'm out of New York and boy, it sit right if you're white
Light my steps from there
Did my on the low, a southern town nightmare

'Cause the year it was me and Ef on the furlough
We were the only kids but there were other boroughs
Rockwell, D-Ski, Ron Duke and Freddie
New York was represented like we danced for Steady

Stan had and mics, every brother nice
Not only we rip and rhyme but backspin and slice
Paris and Foxy and Christina P's bust
You know loud, raunchy, trouble-making niggas? That was us

A menace yet still I played tennis, ain't that
with the Reeboks, they called them, Cut Buddies'
I with one, only one younger brother
Doo-Wop could cut and scratch up any other

Bigger than his size, was barely feet
In 83 broke beats that today streets
With no one to grade it, still debated
Some saw and hated but never contemplated

It was the child with foul styles, pal but not foul
A dis was never okay unless it before corral
Pals of mine, though were down
I graduate next and, yo, next week I'm NY bound

Seven days that one I'm leaving love that weighs a ton
I'm going to miss you niggas, yo, that shit was crazy fun
But I'm leaving on the bus
I've got your and we'll keep in touch, I trust

Gliding, riding back to my
For love and money, fuck fame, my life will be the same
As the man's words, can you dig it?
I say I got a scheme, a-yo, I you figured

Yo, wassup, wassup, is money out
Yo, I just got a from that nigga, Tiki
Remember that nigga
He on his way from down

My real was a pusher when we left he had a section
So I keep it in the family or at I make connection
With the prime figures for affiliated
In my of cargo in the import and export

Flushing, queens back when junkies was the
My childhood friends held Buddha, had in dreams
I took off my shit list 'cause he had the fitness
To help Tiki get his, what the fuck, pop? Jehovah

What the fuck, pop? What's the fizz-plop
I'm like, I can't put him down but the shit stop
at a law firm, for lack of fear
I wrote a resume, spending like a millionaire

From there to the bank, see the bank's down the
So now I'm to home, I clock, I plot
popote
He's my cousin and a one

Though the kid was younger, quick like
the heart to put you under
Props even, the shit fail
I saw Reese, bagged pote and made a sale

Go ahead, get that money, get money
I going to let nobody see you
I got back, baby, I got your back
You five? You only got two

On one late night, I had made a nice
More than two weeks pay, playing the new accounts
So I rose like a petal, fuck pops, I run thugs
Levis, Tims, hoodie, coat, skully,

Fatigues they were the fashion
Pockets with work and with cash in
Thought I was cool with and mad trap
My pops was like, Read this, but I was like that

So I jingle-jangled, clocked at every
Tiki's getting and his crew's star-spangled
And everyday, all day, night, yo,
Niggas on the strip in sub-zero

Back before the generation of fiends
My team was sheer cream, dollar bills green
Fashion, cooler, playing, Rick The Ruler
And I can't front on cause I pulled on a woolah

Back in '86, first, foremost and
Rhyming on the corner, all I to be's on vinyl
I bum rush and boom bash, not for merit
out to see Reg and Joe down on Merrick
But mostly it's the strip that I like a cock
On the block the day I got knocked