Luyện nghe bài hát Autobiographical

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

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

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

The Bland man and my pop don't give a
The day I played with matches, took the stove to my
Hot temperature, he told me the version
The ego in submersion for the end of excursion

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

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

Listen here, you little
You going to fuck with 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 a bro, I know I didn't 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 Ming China
A bull at heart though I moved around
The balls to the bottom, settled at a small town

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

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

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

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

than his size, was barely five feet
In 83 broke beats today rock streets
no one to grade it, still never 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 came before
Pals of mine, peoples were down
I graduate week and, yo, next week I'm NY bound

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

Gliding, riding to my domain
For and money, fuck fame, my life will never be the same
As the next words, can you dig it?
I say I got a scheme, a-yo, I gots you

Yo, wassup, wassup, is money out
Yo, I just got a call that nigga, Tiki
that nigga Tiki?
He on his way down south

My real pops was a pusher when we left he had a
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 when was the fiends
My childhood held Buddha, had babies in dreams
I took pops off my list 'cause he had the fitness
To Tiki get his, what the fuck, pop? Jehovah witness

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

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

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

Go ahead, get money, get that money
I ain't to let nobody see you
I got your back, baby, I got back
You want five? You got two

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

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

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

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

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