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 the cake
The greens and the and the potatoes and the plate

Never a dummy, rejections are
First years of my life I 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 Wilkinson

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

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

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

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

here, you little motherfucker
You ain't to fuck with me
Got me coming to this damn
Dammit, I'm a your motherfucking ass
Shit, you going 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 nigga we all could go

So I'm up and out of the ghetto, son of a miner
City slicking, Carolinian standing out like Ming
A golden at heart though I moved around
The balls bounced to the bottom, at a small town

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seven days 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 and we'll keep in touch, I trust

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

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

Flushing, back when junkies was the fiends
My childhood friends held Buddha, had babies in
I took pops off my list 'cause he had the fitness
To Tiki 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 stop
Worked at a law firm, for of fear
I wrote a resume, spending words a millionaire

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

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

Go ahead, get that money, get money
I ain't going to let see you
I got your back, baby, I got your
You want five? You got two

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

Fatigues they were the fashion
Pockets with work and with cash in
Thought I was cool tools and mad trap
My pops was like, Read this, but I was like fuck

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

before the first generation of fiends
My team was sheer cream, keeping dollar green
Fashion, Calvin cooler, playing, The Ruler
And I can't on nobody cause 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 bash, not even for merit
Bounce out to see Reg and Joe down on
But mostly it's the that I played like a cock
On the until the day I got knocked