Luyện nghe bài hát Blessing In Disguise

I live enough for the city so I get by
Money never how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I think so
Greed jealousy, nigga, out here when getting fo's
Catch a slipping, put a bullet in his temple
Homie, it's the rules, money talks, simple
My kinfolk, call it what I'm living like the high
Only if he what I had to do to keep my mind right
I you I got 20/20 hindsight
See it in the distance, hieroglyphics keep the rhymes
My mind like, recognize that
Real recognize real, .45 strapped
Underneath the white tee, Zimmerman get shot
Hero, it ain't nothing but a sandwich, the cops now
Fuck the police, running
White boys terrorize nigga' neighborhoods,
Down the innocent, and then the ends
You was 50 in the 35, the ending is
You fit the description of the subject in this
We gon' have to take you downtown for some
Damn, a blessin in if you ask me
I was just about to hit the with my last key
Could it be maybe God is intervenes
my life like he did so many times in between
A half a block away from the crime
A minute and that was me, think
I've been knowing Ross he was Teflon
Same now it was back then, nothing stepped on
Dopeman, dopeman
Cook it it's rock hard, bag it up, sell it
so loud, so loud that you can smell it
Death to them niggas getting go and tell it

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

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

in the wall, standing in the puddle
Sunny south Florida, a motherfucker
Ready for a war, wanna talk
Ballys on, my nigga, as walking back and forth
you wanna hustle, take care of my brothers
Raymond away, here's something for his mother
It never is enough, to show her that I love him
We were buddies, breed the dog, split the puppies
Pictures on the wall, bitches we raw
Niggas getting robbed, the only shit we can solve
We all wanna get it, for a minute
Accept collect calls, tell our dawgs we did it
Plenty money orders, that what uncle Kenny us
your face clean when you're out here bending corners
Always keep in mind, you fall in a thousand times
Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by side
homies, worse than the ages
When you parking all your cars, they wanna know the
Rose dripping on the casket
Baby boy grew into a bastard
On that lean, you know I her fantastic
Work white as Rita Ora in plastic
Took shots, tears, that's war
Bust bottles on yachts, tall
Catch a case, don't talk, raw
Scarface, Ross, big boys
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big

Every I turn around, y'all got something to say about me
But don't know a damn thing about me
what you see, that's what 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, why the fuck we roll, I need that

I need that, I need that, I that bad