Luyện nghe bài hát Autobiographical

It's the brown child, version of the story
Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named, took the cake
The and the steak and the potatoes and the plate

Never a dummy, are funny
First years of my life I thought that food stamps 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 they couldn't hold me
he found shorty's got it going on, rolling on
Who Damn, bendecion

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

Until I'm back, back on the
Like a ball on the green, giving strokes with my
And despite the commentary pop me, I'm lowly
And moms can't 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 spotted at the
Came up with the green, not a cop intervene

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

Now, Tori met Tom, not too long ago
He was a nigga, yo, he said he had the though
He loved a bro, I 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 gold
City slicking, Carolinian standing out like 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?, first day, fight
I'm out of New York and boy, it don't sit if you're white
Light were my steps there
Did my dirt on the low, a southern town

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gliding, back to my domain
For love and money, fuck fame, my life will never be the
As the next 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 that nigga, Tiki
Remember that Tiki?
He on his way from down

My pops 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 for affiliated support
In my of cargo in the import and export

Flushing, queens back when was the fiends
My childhood friends held Buddha, had babies in
I took pops off my shit 'cause he had the fitness
To help 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
Worked at a law firm, for lack of
I wrote a resume, spending words like a

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

Though the kid was younger, quick like
With the heart to put you
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 going to let see you
I got your back, baby, I got back
You want five? You got two

On one late night, I had a nice 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 were the fashion
Pockets with work and others cash in
Thought I was with tools and mad trap
My pops was like, Read this, but I was like fuck

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

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

Back in '86, first, and final
Rhyming on the corner, all I to be's on vinyl
I bum and boom bash, not even 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