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 greens and the steak and the potatoes and the

Never a dummy, are funny
First years of my life I thought that food stamps were
So by ten I was the mess, got a men and I had friend
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
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 me the players' version
The ego in submersion for the end of excursion

Until I'm back, back on the
Like a on the green, giving strokes with my team
And despite the pop told me, I'm lowly
And moms change-bank can't me, so

She don't scold me, she grabs the belt
the buckle, tells me all about the pain she felt
At the precinct when a was spotted at the scene
Came up with the green, not a cop could

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

Now, happens Tori met Tom, not too ago
He was a nigga, yo, he said he had the flow
He a bro, I know 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 miner
City slicking, Carolinian standing out Ming China
A bull at heart though I moved around
The balls bounced to the bottom, settled at a small

Hey, boy, what's your name?, first day, fight
I'm out of New York and boy, it sit right if you're white
Light were my from there
Did my dirt on the low, a southern nightmare

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

had tables and mics, every 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, trouble-making niggas? was us

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

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

It was the wild child with foul styles, pal but not
A dis was never okay unless it came corral
Pals of mine, peoples though were
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 to miss you niggas, yo, that rapping shit was crazy fun
But I'm leaving on the bus
I've got numbers and we'll keep in touch, I trust

Gliding, riding back to my
For love and money, 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 call from nigga, Tiki
Remember that nigga
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 I make connection
the prime figures for affiliated 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 list 'cause he had the
To help get his, what the fuck, pop? Jehovah witness

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

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

the kid was younger, quick like thunder
With the to put you under
even, the shit can't fail
I saw Reese, with pote and made a sale

Go ahead, get money, get that money
I ain't going to let see you
I got your back, baby, I got your
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 like a petal, pops, I run with thugs
Levis, Tims, hoodie, coat, skully,

Fatigues before were the fashion
Pockets work and others with 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 every
getting paid and his crew's star-spangled
And everyday, all day, night, yo,
Niggas on the strip in weather

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

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