Luyện nghe bài hát Bars In The Booth

My city so real out of towners they was the king of it
While the government shut on their own, that's what I call self destruction
My young died on the streets hustling
His suffering, wow
He live to one day walk her down the isle
I'll take his place, I'll be there in a suit and a
She don't gotta thank me, your daddy was
He did this for me if I was in the grave
Haters be
Disrespect you on a website and it blogging
All up in the
say ''he was supposed to save rap from the nonsense''
Fell short, need food for thought, we are
He's good, his bad, that's his installment
He think he better his own city, that's preposterous
It's a problem my is from
to Harlem, they depend on me to solve it
Hiding behind a label fortress
Swims in of liquor, alcoholic
Stuck his neck out an ostrich, he a moving target
To the death on you
When I die put a street sweeper in my
And close it, just let me lay with the ratchet
Yeah, dust to and ashes to ashes
So the snake who killed me could walk in
By the grace of God I'mma up blasting
Acting like you built, you'se a fucked up
I dress a gun talk fashion
I'm a monster, [?]
I spit America's Most Wanted
My got more will than a hundred cars
I'mma show these how to deal, just cut the cards
a cocksucking broad, look
You got you wanna get off your chest besides your fucking bra
Stop throwing hints, shots, confront it, pa
I don't got with none of y'all
But I hope you niggas kill each other, I like neither one of y'all
You can go try and get whoever you involved
'em I'm a problem that they can't fucking solve
Acting like you really thugging and bucking crons
He thugging of y'all
They put the battery in your back, now you think you a fucking
Hit you on the back and blow the battery out of stomach, pa
Who died and left them in
Carried so many on my shoulders I need somebody to give me a massage
jars of weed if he pull out another jar
Fuck hugging the block, have him hugging God
Cross me and your heart won't to beat another throb
My gun got fired so much it another job
I you in Alphabetic Slaughter I was at large
My whole burrough be bucking
You can't come to Island bumping niggas, you bugging, pa
You just brushing pads, nigga, you bumping hard
time make sure you know who you bumping, pa
Most of my Coney Island niggas'll leave you slumped on them bumping
saying you won't get a nigga who front and rob
I don't if you won't, I would like a lumber yard
Every you see the entourage we come to rob
Charge with a barrage, regardless hard
Hit harder than Bernard, we in your garage
Your broad's in a menage, hearts becoming
Your dogs is docking, us, your squad is running job
grand larceny lancing
Bars of in front of y'all
Carve a scars
Harlem, parts of Yonkers
Way across the Bronx and
Cradle to coffin, give a 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