Luyện nghe bài hát Beefin for Rap

{Melachi The
Yo my rhymes are deep, when I thru the streets
If you wanna eat, you gotta work for this
The stress is building, people are their children
I can feel the pain, just from the blood
I ain't sittin around waitin for that
I'd rather moves with my man Lil Dap
Too many killin made me lose my mind
Crime pay, it's just a waste of time
You should like a sun, or the Holy One
Blessed with a gift to get the job
the one, and New York is where I'm from
Group Home for the year 2 g, get it on son

Lil Dap (repeat 3X)

Straight that, why these niggas beefin for rap
Matter of fact, Brooklyn down on the map
No turnin back, rollin my A-Mob cats

Lova}
Yo, this is for my dogs, can't my divas
Nonbelievers, under achievers, pockets stuffed like
'cause the Love is off the meter, on any
Weep the compition cliffin like what!?!
Spittin up blood from the slugs in the club
Just because the fucker thought and ducked
you get for thinkin, have all you cats rinkin
The crew that have and shot the engine out your Lincoln
Just for livin, you know I talk of shit, but that's a given
Gats stay hidden, cause all is forbidden
From my side of the chalk, you sell till your rap shit kick off
Or a kick off, heard 3 shots lick off
Spark the riot up

2X
Yo straight like that, yo like that

Dap}
Yo my little nigga is my till the day that we die
Clean out my inside I rest my eyes
This is for my niggas livin out there in the
for peeps, hopin someone hears us upstairs
Blockin out my fears, to get fame this year
So what's hobby son? Comin from Brooklyn, New York
Like 10 years in the game, with the Home name
When cats scared, to step or even walk in the train

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