Luyện nghe bài hát Autobiographical

It's the brown child, better version of the
Sees Conji, a sister, played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named, Tiki the cake
The greens and the steak and the potatoes and the

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 then I had
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 couldn't hold me
Until he found shorty's got it on, rolling on
Who Damn, bendecion

The Bland man and my pop don't give a
The day I played with matches, 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 ball on the green, giving strokes my team
And despite the pop told me, I'm lowly
And moms change-bank hold me, so

She don't scold me, she just the belt
Knuckle the buckle, me all about the pain she felt
At the precinct when a pre-teen was at the scene
Came up with the green, not a cop intervene

Listen here, you little
You ain't going to with me
Got me to this damn precinct
Dammit, I'm a kick your ass
Shit, you ain't going to 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 cause the nigga said we all could go

So I'm up and out of the ghetto, son of a gold
City slicking, Carolinian out like Ming China
A golden bull at heart though I around
The bounced to the bottom, settled at a small town

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

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

Stan had tables and mics, brother nice
Not could we rip and rhyme but backspin and slice
With and Foxy and Christina P's bust
You know them loud, raunchy, trouble-making That 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 Doo-Wop could cut and scratch up any

than his size, was barely five 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 child with styles, pal but not foul
A dis was never okay unless it came corral
Pals of mine, peoples though down
I graduate next week and, yo, week I'm NY bound

Seven days from that one I'm leaving 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, back to my domain
For and money, fuck fame, my life will never be the same
As the man's words, can you dig it?
I say I got a scheme, a-yo, I gots you

Yo, wassup, wassup, is money out
Yo, I just got a call from that nigga,
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 I make connection
With the prime for affiliated support
In my of cargo in the import and export

Flushing, back when junkies was the fiends
My childhood friends held Buddha, had babies in
I took off my shit list 'cause he had the fitness
To help Tiki get his, what the fuck, Jehovah witness

What the fuck, pop? What's with the
I'm like, I put him down but the shit don't stop
at a law firm, for lack of fear
I a resume, spending words like a millionaire

From there to the bank, see the bank's 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
even, the shit can't fail
I saw Reese, bagged with and made a sale

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

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

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

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

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

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