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, took the cake
The greens and the steak and the and the plate

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

Get that money, lil' nigga' what they told me
I never sweated props cause like my pops they hold me
Until he found shorty's got it going on, on
Who told? Damn,

The Bland man and my pop don't give a
The day I played with matches, took the 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 on the green, giving strokes with my team
And despite the commentary pop told me, I'm
And moms change-bank hold me, so

She don't scold me, she grabs the belt
Knuckle the buckle, tells me all the pain she felt
At the precinct when a pre-teen was at the scene
Came up with the green, not a cop intervene

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

Now, Tori met Tom, not too long ago
He was a nigga, yo, he said he had the flow
He loved a bro, I know I didn't see you
To a TV show cause the nigga said we all go

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

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

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

Stan had tables and mics, brother nice
Not only could we rip and but backspin and slice
With Paris and Foxy and P's bust
You know them loud, raunchy, niggas? That was us

A yet still I played tennis, ain't that cruddy
Advanced with the Reeboks, they them, Cut Buddies'
I hung with one, only one younger
Shorty Doo-Wop could cut and up any other

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

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

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

Gliding, riding to my domain
For love and money, fuck fame, my life will never be the
As the man's words, can you dig it?
I say I got a scheme, a-yo, I you figured

Yo, wassup, wassup, is out here?
Yo, I just got a call from that nigga,
Remember that Tiki?
He on his way from south

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

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

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

From to the bank, see the bank's down the block
So now I'm to home, I clock, I plot
With
my cousin and a wily one

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

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

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

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

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

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

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