Luyện nghe bài hát Autobiographical

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

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

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

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

Until I'm back, on the scene
Like a ball on the green, strokes with my team
And despite the commentary pop told me, I'm
And moms can't hold me, so

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

here, you little motherfucker
You ain't going to with me
Got me to this damn precinct
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 said he had the flow
He loved a bro, I 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
slicking, Carolinian standing out like Ming China
A golden 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 don't sit if you're white
Light were my from there
Did my on the low, a southern town nightmare

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

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

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

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

Seven days from that one I'm leaving love that 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, back to my domain
For love and money, fuck fame, my life will be the same
As the man's 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 from nigga, Tiki
Remember nigga Tiki?
He on his way from south

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

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

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

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

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

Go ahead, get money, get that money
I ain't 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 two weeks pay, playing with the new accounts
So I rose a petal, fuck pops, I run with thugs
Levis, Tims, hoodie, coat, skully,

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

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

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

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 I played like a cock
On the block the day I got knocked