Luyện nghe bài hát Born Survivor

Our most enduring responsibility to future

They say God don't like ugly, are upon us
Bush hated niggas, now the a brotha
Whether you in the gutter, or your enormous
That shit don't when death around the corner

Before your book of life ends, recognize the
All due, things you do bring karma
Your seeds shouldn't eat 'cuz you with baby mama
Will be the one you need when raid the corners

Ain't nothing but niggas fronting, shitty drugs and
Girls who Prada, women who want powder
Children are more violent from with less guidance
And don't learn respect till they bidding with old

You the same path now they road is wiser
A man's a giant when his code is silence
Speak volume, loud dudes always liver
My city never sleep, I'm a born

No matter how much we invest in our community
How ten point plans, we propose
How many programs we want
None of it will make a

At least not in our
We also at the time
Don't cease more responsibility in our own

I slang base and that too
Team was the wildest crew, I what a dollar do
Broke nights fiend for a pot of
on the block rude, cream got 'em popping tools

And don't stop to get it, get it
shots'll wet your fitted, four cops'll get acquitted
I roll dolo, I ask for love
Niggas be acting up, afterwords catching

Every hood got heaters, generals defeated
Heavy metal pop
The world foul, how we suppose raise a child
Face a trial, bail over eighty

In the street life, you game,
Haze make the pain clear, days, the same stare
So say a prayer, 'cuz I'm out there
I'mma keep talking they here

guidance to our children
Turning off the TV sets, putting the video games
our children with their homework
Teaching our daughters to allow
Images on television to tell they're worth

Teaching our sons to treat with respect
That makes them a man
Is not the to have a child but to raise one

I the block was all there was to life
Surfing on the sites, meeting up at nights
And I got tired of roaming hall, got wise to
And I got with no regard

So all I know, is all I show, so all I see, I go
That all I am is the truth this land
And this roof head and this root to the future fruits
Worth than your Gucci boots

I trashing fashion, I like to do me too
Still I'm to pop it off
With the broad or with the Molotov
Light rocks at your tank, make me
Take the off and pop it in your bank, like

You see me, I'm
I told this story to a class of 9th
They saying, "Fuck school, we fly gangstas"
I 'em something that can change their life later

That's a we need to send