Luyện nghe bài hát Autobiographical

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

Never a dummy, are funny
First years of my I thought that food stamps were money
So by ten I was the mess, got a men and then I had
So now I'm pocket books with Sean Wilkinson

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

The Bland man and my pop don't give a
The day I with 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 with my team
And despite the commentary pop me, I'm lowly
And moms can't hold me, so

She don't scold me, she just grabs the
Knuckle the buckle, me all about the pain she felt
At the precinct a pre-teen was spotted at the scene
Came up with the green, not a cop could

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

Now, happens Tori met Tom, not too ago
He was a nigga, yo, he he had the flow though
He loved a bro, I know I didn't see you
To a TV show cause the nigga 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 at heart though I moved around
The balls to the bottom, settled at a small town

Hey, boy, what's your name?, first day, first
I'm out of New York and boy, it don't sit right if you're
Light were my steps from
Did my dirt on the low, a southern nightmare

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

Stan had tables and mics, every nice
Not only could we rip and but backspin and slice
With Paris and and Christina P's bust
You know them loud, raunchy, trouble-making That was us

A menace yet still I tennis, ain't that cruddy
with the Reeboks, they called them, Cut Buddies'
I hung with one, only one brother
Shorty could cut and scratch up any other

Bigger than his size, was five feet
In 83 broke that today rock streets
With no one to it, still never debated
Some saw and hated but they never

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

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

Gliding, back to my domain
For love and money, fuck fame, my life never 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 call from nigga, Tiki
that nigga Tiki?
He on his way down south

My pops was a pusher when we left he had a section
So I keep it in the family or at least I connection
With the prime figures for support
In my purchase of cargo in the import and

Flushing, queens back junkies was the fiends
My friends held Buddha, had babies in dreams
I took pops off my shit list he had the fitness
To help Tiki get his, what the fuck, pop? witness

What the fuck, pop? What's with the
I'm like, I can't put him down but the shit stop
Worked at a law firm, for of fear
I wrote a resume, words like a millionaire

From to the bank, see the bank's down the block
So now I'm close to home, I clock, I
popote
He's my and a wily one

the kid was younger, quick like thunder
With the heart to put you
even, the shit can't fail
I saw Reese, bagged pote and made a sale

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

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

Fatigues before they the fashion
Pockets with and others with cash in
Thought I was cool tools and mad trap
My pops was like, Read this, but I was fuck that

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

Back before the generation of fiends
My was sheer cream, keeping dollar bills green
Fashion, Calvin cooler, playing, Rick The
And I can't on nobody cause I pulled on a woolah

in '86, first, foremost and final
Rhyming on the corner, all I want to be's on
I bum rush and bash, not even for merit
out to see Reg and Joe down on Merrick
But mostly the strip that I played like a cock
On the block until the day I got