Luyện nghe bài hát Autobiographical

It's the brown child, better of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named, Tiki took the
The greens and the 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 then I had
So now I'm snatching pocket with Sean Wilkinson

Get that money, nigga' that's what they told me
I never sweated props like my pops 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 played matches, took 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, strokes with my team
And despite the pop told me, I'm lowly
And change-bank can't 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 when a pre-teen was spotted at the
Came up the green, not a cop could intervene

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

Now, happens met Tom, not too long ago
He was a nigga, yo, he he had the flow though
He a bro, I know I didn't see you grow
To a TV show cause the 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 golden bull at heart though I moved
The balls bounced to the bottom, settled at a small

Hey, boy, what's name?, first 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 on the low, a southern town 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 Duke and
New York was represented like we danced for Rock

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

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

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

It was the wild with foul styles, pal but not foul
A dis was okay unless it came before corral
Pals of mine, though were down
I graduate next week and, yo, 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, that rapping was crazy fun
But I'm leaving on the bus
I've got your numbers and keep in touch, I trust

Gliding, riding back to my
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 out here?
Yo, I got a call from that nigga, Tiki
that nigga Tiki?
He on his way down south

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

Flushing, back when junkies was the fiends
My childhood 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, pop? Jehovah

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

the kid was younger, quick like thunder
With the heart to put you
Props even, the shit fail
I saw Reese, bagged with pote and made a

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

On one late night, I had made a nice
More than two 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
Pockets work and others 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 getting paid and his star-spangled
And everyday, all day, night, yo,
on the strip in sub-zero weather

Back before the generation of fiends
My was sheer cream, keeping dollar bills green
Fashion, Calvin cooler, playing, Rick The
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 on Merrick
But it's the strip that I played like a cock
On the block until the day I got