Luyện nghe bài hát Back Where I Belong

Yo, yeah yeah, alight after particular practice run
I'ma both verses, after this, I want you to find a spot
That's close to the beat drops to the rewind point
For the locate
You ain't be on that all night, this the soundtrack
Yo, yeah, it
Okay, alright, huh

The other I was up at farmers, politician wit some bloods
told me, "Yo L, in the streets you ain't gettin' no love
And ever since the X's and the came out
My niggas ain't tryin' to the hear that smooth you talk about
What's up wit that cat Canibus, some you out
Why you answer back correctly, fuck was that about?"
As I sip on henny, and try to explain some things
the life of a legend, and all the drama it brings

Been gone a long time, had a lot of on my mind
I decided I don't want to reach my goal if it losing my shine
Streets is hip-hop and I'm hip-hop, so the is mine
Ballin' as long as you been livin', that's a time
Hard to stay hungry when your are so fat
You hit a hot one in every on the map
And niggas keep sleepin' and you keep back
You know better than the gat, but still wanna clap

It so good to be back where I belong
The streets is I belong
They had me locked down too long
Hey hey
It feels so good to be where I belong
The streets is I belong
had me locked down much too long
Hey

Some say, "L cool, but see times have changed"
Niggas got red bandannas, and the grill in the
That gold shit is dead, niggas rock platinum
O.E. for Henny, Colt 45 for champagne
Hustling found they way into the game
Extorting all these so called ballers wit big
And you gotta a squad, 'cuz running from def ain't safe
I know you living good, but ain't no up on our face

I'm like a villain, I'm on my lyrics
And force feed the world, even if don't want to hear it
As far as go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad
I'm head from his new piece while 20 gang-bangers applaud
You came up with that bullshit, some heads it up
Then you that garbage album and totally fucked it up
I told ya I knew your moms from the after-hours spot
I used to be up in Canada with the dreads on a black block

Before you dick lost boyz for a ticket our to Jersey
But being the man I am, I tried to show ya
I coulda told the world the way ya label hates your
And how me and Wyclef, got to set you up
And how he gave me half your budget, believe me look it up
Ya A and R promotion niggas, they me hook it up
I hate to be responsible, for destroying your
A wonder, huh no wonder you disappeared

I coulda told the world, you get your lyrics from the
Then spit 'em word for word like you a rap vet
How you metaphors from books and put 'em in your rhyme
And how you really from Canada and you been frontin' all this
I heard your second album, that is garbage too
LL J and I did this to you
On note he said, "Yo L, you the man"
I said, "Peace, one love and off in the Lex Land"

It feels so good to be back I belong
(Yeah nigga, the jig is up nigga, huh ha, you what I'm sayin')
The is where I belong
(All that you was talking)
They had me locked down much too
(Don't shit, you finish now)
Hey hey
It feels so to be back where I belong
(I'm still the man )
(The vanguard award is in my motherfuckin' room)
The streets is where I
(You know what I mean? Come get shit, fuck)
They had me locked much too long
(What)
Hey

Mic still on my arm nigga, up
Both arms, I'ma get one nigga
You know what I'm
This LL you how I get down
You should of known, you did it
He probably did it to get some
But is really what you want?
Ha ha ha