Luyện nghe bài hát Bars In The Booth

My city so real out of towners they was the king of it
While the government down on their own, that's what I call self destruction
My young died on the streets hustling
His suffering, wow
He didn't live to one day walk her down the
I'll take his place, I'll be there in a and a smile
She gotta thank me, your daddy was brave
He would've did this for me if I was in the
Haters be
Disrespect you on a and call it blogging
All up in the
They say ''he was to save rap from the nonsense''
short, need food for thought, we are starving
He's good, his bad, that's his installment
He think he better than his own city, that's
It's a my involvement is from
Brooklyn to Harlem, they on me to solve it
Hiding behind a major fortress
Swims in of liquor, alcoholic
Stuck his neck out an ostrich, he a moving target
To the death on you
I die put a street sweeper in my casket
And it, just let me lay there with the ratchet
Yeah, dust to and ashes to ashes
So the snake who me could walk in laughing
By the grace of God I'mma jump up
Acting like you built, a fucked up has-been
I dress with a gun fashion
I'm a monster, [?]
I America's Most Wanted bars
My willpower got more will than a hundred
I'mma show niggas how to deal, just cut the cards
a cocksucking broad, look
You got something you wanna get off your chest your fucking bra
Stop hints, throw shots, confront it, pa
I don't got drama with of y'all
But I hope you niggas each other, I don't like neither one of y'all
You can go try and get you want involved
Tell 'em I'm a problem that they fucking solve
like you really thugging hard and bucking crons
He thugging because of
They put the battery in your back, now you think you a star
Hit you on the back and the battery out of your stomach, pa
Who died and left in charge?
Carried so many hoods on my shoulders I need to give me a massage
Selling jars of weed if he out another jar
Fuck hugging the block, I'mma have him God
Cross me and your heart live to beat another throb
My gun got fired so it needed another job
I you in Alphabetic Slaughter I was at large
My whole be bucking crons
You can't come to Coney Island niggas, you bugging, pa
You ain't brushing pads, nigga, you bumping hard
Next time sure you know who you bumping, pa
Most of my Coney Island niggas'll leave you slumped on them bumping
Stop saying you get a nigga who front and rob
I don't care if you won't, I would a lumber yard
time you see the entourage we come to rob
Charge with a barrage, regardless hard
Hit harder than Bernard, we parked in your
Your broad's in a menage, hearts large
dogs is docking, dodge us, your squad is running job
Arson grand larceny
Bars of pardon in of y'all
a couple scars
Harlem, parts of Yonkers
Way the Bronx and from
to coffin, give a fatal abortion
I'm able to off 'em,
Now I'm the [?] hard
Don't the reservoir
Dog, see you at the next mob, the son of