Luyện nghe bài hát Back Where I Belong

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

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

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

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

Some say, "L that's cool, but see have changed"
got red bandannas, and the grill in the range
That gold shit is dead, niggas platinum chains
Trade O.E. for Henny, 45 for champagne
Hustling niggas they way into the game
all these so called ballers wit big names
And you gotta have a squad, 'cuz 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, if they don't want to hear it
As far as go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad
I'm getting head from his new piece 20 gang-bangers applaud
You came up with that bullshit, some heads it up
you dropped that garbage album and totally fucked it up
I coulda told ya I knew your moms the after-hours spot
I used to be up in Canada with the dreads on a black block

Before you dick rode lost for a ticket our to Jersey
But being the man I am, I tried to show ya
I coulda the world the way ya label hates your guts
And how me and Wyclef, got to set you up
And how he gave me half your budget, don't believe me it up
Ya A and R promotion niggas, helped 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 lyrics from the Internet
Then spit 'em word for like you really a rap vet
How you metaphors from books and put 'em in your rhyme
And how you really from and you been frontin' all this time
I heard your second album, that is garbage too
LL J and I did this to you
On that he said, "Yo L, you the man"
I said, "Peace, one and drove off in the Lex Land"

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

Mic on my arm nigga, word up
Both arms, I'ma get another one
You know I'm sayin'
This LL you how I get down
You of known, when you did it
He probably did it to get fame
But is this really what you
Ha ha ha