Luyện nghe bài hát Blessed

[Verse 1: Q]
What its like for a like me
Livin out his backpack every night needin a new to sleep
But is now, nigga!

Ones for the money, two for the
Three to get ready cause I I finally did it
for the jealous rapper mad because he finished
Turn motherfucker to a critic
Man, I got so much shit up on my dawg
I was on them corners late
Pockets wasnt straight,
I aint gon make it at rate, dawg
Know Im sayin?
Nigga up to God just hopin that he hear a nigga
I know the world got more and its much bigger
But I figured, Id get some shit up off my
To all my niggas I die for
my pistol up, go out and war for
To all my niggas thatll never it out the streets
Fuck it, keep goin hard, dont let em see you
To all my first time steppin in the pen
Read a book and exercise, keep your in
To all my niggas thats gon fuck around and die
Take our hats off, bow our and let us pray
Just say

ScHoolBoy Q]
Stay blessed my nigga, blessed my
Really think about it, could be my nigga
Dont my nigga, yes my nigga
We all blessed my

2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Now how the fuck Im posed to say
You see, my nigga lost his son while Im here huggin on my daughter
I her harder
her on the head as I cry for a bit
Thinkin of some to tell him, like
Itll be okay. be straight, itll be aight.
Well, fuck that shit, you need, yo, I got it!
Whether its money or some weed or puttin in work, fuck it, Im ridin!
You know wassup, but now a nigga couldnt around
Told myself that after moved that Id be a fuckin fool
To be by the street rules
Fuck police tattoos, that when you ditch school
But anyway, the faith, stay strong brah
Remain solid
Keep playin ball its the only way up out it brah
A nigga of ya
Tell Floyd to enjoy his newborn seed, Ill whatever he needs
We the last of a dyin breed, live life, trees
See how far come, but most, Im sorry for your son

[Bridge:
And you gotta shed no tear
Ill be
And Imma always be right
I aint forgot those
Ill be
But Imma always be right

[Verse 3: Lamar]
Livin in a premature place
Never grow to see the pearly gates
Every time a detonate dates
Of obituary carry of a scary picture
With a member that relate to ya
In December you was finna pin case
On record in a stolen Expedition, play it safe
As the record spinnin you was angels entertain
pun intended, that was wicked, comin from your brain
Recognize you listened and you didnt hit the block
because the minute after you had moved you would be slain
Open up another chapter in the and read gain
Story of a gun-clapper really tryna a change
Everybody (blessed my nigga)
Yes, my nigga, blessed
Take advantage, do your best, my
stress, you was granted everything inside this planet
Anything you imagine, you possess, my
You reject niggas, that neglect, your respect
For the of a baby step, my nigga
Step, step my
One, two, skip,
Back, back, both ways
it off the hip
Blast at anybody say you cant flip
This crack into rap every other zip is a track
Get used to it, get it off
Come back, give back to the city youve
Thats that, dont trip, see money, fuck niggas,
It aint nothin but a bunch of fuck niggas
In a minute everybody gon be
Put a faith in it then recognize that we all