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

a dummy, rejections are funny
First years of my 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 snatching pocket books with Sean

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

The man and my pop don't give a damn
The day I played with matches, the stove to my hand
Hot temperature, he me the players' version
The ego in for the end of week excursion

Until I'm back, back on the
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 grabs the belt
Knuckle the buckle, me all about the pain she felt
At the precinct a pre-teen was spotted at the scene
up with the green, not a cop could intervene

Listen here, you little
You ain't going to with me
Got me coming to 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 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 out like Ming China
A golden bull at heart though I moved
The balls bounced to the bottom, settled at a town

Hey, boy, your name?, first 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 town

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

Stan had tables and mics, brother nice
Not could we rip and rhyme but backspin and slice
Paris and Foxy and Christina P's bust
You know them loud, raunchy, trouble-making 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, one younger brother
Shorty Doo-Wop cut and scratch up any other

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

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

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

Gliding, back 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 money out
Yo, I just got a from that nigga, Tiki
Remember nigga Tiki?
He on his way from down

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

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

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

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

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

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

On one late night, I had made a nice
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 were the
with work and others with cash in
Thought I was cool with tools and mad
My pops was like, Read this, but I was like that

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

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

Back in '86, first, and final
Rhyming on the corner, all I want to 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 played like a
On the block the day I got knocked