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!

for the money, two for the bitches
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 shit up on my plate dawg
I was on them corners late
Pockets wasnt straight,
I aint gon it at this rate, dawg
what Im sayin?
Nigga prayin up to God just hopin he hear a nigga
I know the world got more problems and its bigger
But I figured, Id get some up off my chest
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 hard, dont let em see you weak
To all my niggas first time in the pen
a book and exercise, keep your spirit in
To all my niggas gon fuck around and die today
Take our hats off, bow our heads and let us
wanna say

[Hook: Q]
Stay blessed my nigga, my nigga
think about it, could be worse my nigga
Dont my nigga, yes my nigga
We all blessed my

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

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

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