Luyện nghe bài hát Blessed

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

Ones for the money, two for the
Three to get ready cause I feel I 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 hangin on them late
Pockets straight, bitch
I aint gon it at this rate, dawg
Know Im sayin?
Nigga prayin up to God just that he hear a nigga
I know the world got problems and its much bigger
But I figured, Id get shit up off my chest
To all my niggas I die for
my pistol up, go out and war for
To all my niggas thatll make it out the streets
Fuck it, keep goin hard, let em see you weak
To all my first time steppin in the pen
a book and exercise, keep your spirit in
To all my niggas thats gon fuck around and die
our hats off, bow our heads and let us pray
Just say

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

2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Now how the fuck Im to say this?
You see, my nigga just lost his son while Im here on my daughter
I her harder
her on the head as I cry for a bit
Thinkin of some bullshit to him, like
Itll be okay. be straight, itll be aight.
Well, that shit, whatever you need, yo, I got it!
Whether its 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, that happens you ditch school
But anyway, keep the faith, stay strong
solid brah
Keep playin ball cause its the only way up out it
A proud of ya
Tell Floyd to enjoy his seed, Ill have whatever he needs
We the last of a breed, live life, smoke trees
See how far weve come, but most, Im sorry for son

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

[Verse 3: Lamar]
Livin in a place wait
grow to see the pearly gates break
Every time a detonate dates
Of carry crates of a scary picture
With a member that relate to ya
In you was finna pin another case
On your record in a stolen Expedition, it safe
As the record you was hearin angels entertain
Every pun intended, that was wicked, comin from your
Recognize you listened and you hit the block again
because the minute after you had moved you would be slain
Open up chapter in the book and read gain
Story of a gun-clapper really tryna make a
aint (blessed my nigga)
Yes, my nigga, blessed
Take advantage, do best, my nigga
Dont stress, you was granted everything this planet
Anything you imagine, you possess, my
You these niggas, that neglect, your respect
For the of a baby step, my nigga
Step, my nigga
One, two, skip,
Back, back, look both
it off the hip
Blast at anybody say that you flip
This crack into rap music other zip is a track
Get to it, get it off quick
Come back, give back to the city built
that, dont trip, see money, fuck niggas, dawg
It aint nothin but a of fuck niggas dawg
In a everybody gon be winnin
Put a little faith in it then that we all