Luyện nghe bài hát Blessing In Disguise

I live just enough for the so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I think so
Greed breeds jealousy, nigga, out when getting fo's
Catch a slipping, put a bullet in his temple
Homie, it's the same rules, money talks,
My kinfolk, call it what I'm like the high life
Only if he knew what I had to do to keep my right
I tell you I got hindsight
See it in the distance, hieroglyphics keep the rhymes
My mind like, game that
recognize real, still .45 strapped
Underneath the white tee, Zimmerman get shot
Hero, it ain't but a sandwich, call the cops now
Fuck the police, stop
White boys terrorize neighborhoods, gunning
Down the innocent, and then the ends
You was doing 50 in the 35, the is
You fit the description of the subject in this
We gon' have to take you for some questionin'
Damn, a blessin in if you ask me
I was just about to hit the highway with my key
Could it be that maybe God is
With my life like he did so many times in
A half a block away from the scene
A minute and that was me, think
I've been knowing Ross since he was
Same nigga now it was then, nothing stepped on
Dopeman, yelling
Cook it it's rock hard, bag it up, sell it
so loud, so loud that you can smell it
Death to niggas getting caught go and tell it

Every time I turn around, got something to say about me
But y'all don't know a damn about me
Just what you see, that's you judge me on
Every time I turn around the be pointing fingers at me
Homie, I'm trying to be all I can be
But not for free, that's why the fuck we roll, I need

Can't even believe this day here, my
I remember us sitting in the parking lot talking getting money

Cracks in the wall, in the puddle
Sunny Florida, a cold motherfucker
for a war, barely wanna talk
Ballys on, my nigga, as they walking back and
Makes you wanna hustle, take of my brothers
Raymond passed away, something for his mother
It is enough, trying to show her that I love him
We were fishing buddies, breed the dog, the puppies
Pictures on the wall, bitches we raw
Niggas getting robbed, the shit that we can solve
We all get it, ball for a minute
Accept collect calls, our dawgs that we did it
Plenty orders, that what uncle Kenny taught us
Keep your face clean when you're out here corners
Always keep in mind, you in love a thousand times
what we went through, I'm still right here by your side
Artificial homies, worse the ages
When you parking all your cars, they wanna the payments
Rose petals on the casket
boy done grew into a bastard
On lean, you know I fuck her fantastic
Work as Rita Ora in that plastic
Took shots, shed tears, war
Bust bottles on yachts, tall
Catch a case, don't talk, raw
Scarface, Ross, big boys
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big

Every time I turn around, got something to say about me
But y'all know a damn thing about me
what you see, that's what you judge me on
Every time I turn the guilty be pointing fingers at me
Homie, I'm just to be all I can be
But not for free, that's why the fuck we roll, I need

I need that, I need that, I that bad