Luyện nghe bài hát Autobiographical

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

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

Get that money, lil' that's what they told me
I sweated props cause like my pops they couldn't hold me
Until he found got it going on, rolling on
Who told? Damn,

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

Until I'm back, back on the
Like a ball on the green, strokes with my team
And the commentary pop told me, I'm lowly
And moms change-bank can't 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
up with the green, not a cop could intervene

Listen here, you little
You ain't going to with me
Got me coming to this damn
Dammit, I'm a kick your 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 I didn't see you grow
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 China
A golden bull at heart I moved around
The balls bounced to the bottom, settled at a town

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

the next year it was me and Ef on the furlough
We were the queens kids but there were other 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 only could we rip and rhyme but backspin and
With Paris and Foxy and Christina P's
You know them loud, raunchy, niggas? That was us

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

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

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

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

Gliding, back 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 you figured

Yo, wassup, wassup, is money out
Yo, I just got a from that nigga, Tiki
Remember that nigga
He on his way from down

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

Flushing, queens back junkies was the fiends
My childhood friends held Buddha, had babies in
I pops off my shit list '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 can't put him down but the shit don't
Worked at a law firm, for lack of
I wrote a resume, spending like a millionaire

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

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

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

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

Fatigues before they the fashion
Pockets with work and with cash in
I was cool 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 generation of
My team was sheer cream, dollar bills green
Fashion, Calvin cooler, playing, The Ruler
And I can't front on nobody I pulled on a woolah

Back in '86, first, foremost and
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 mostly it's the strip that I played like a
On the block until the day I got