Luyện nghe bài hát Break Away

Sorry mom for all them times I got in school
Gettin' footballer money, my said I was a fool
Haters commenting on my 'Gram, that shit don't me
4 pipes on the Porsche, yo my so crazy
Told "make sure you stay strapped"
I just left the label party to go and break down a pack
1a the hood, land all them out of town
Went 'Dam for the plug, now we the opposite of
Tryna a nigga's head by the pavement
Drivin' round in this dinger, gettin'
Thinkin' that I shoulda spent time with my nephew
It's fucked, seen them fake niggas shine the best lose
Pissed cuh my little nigga a few guns
Me and Pebz out in rollin' with some new ones
I get money every my phone rings
always fly, we had to grow wings
I'm still in the field it's fucking real
I ain't got to chill
I need a mil
And way before the deal I my mother's bills
cop a house in the hills
That's how Phil
Free my nigga Hydro, he just
When I sweep my
I'm finding bitches' in my dust pan
Told my Misses that she can't fucking be my
Cuh I'm way too ambitious, you do nothin' your life
Came a long way 7 grams on the scale
like yesterday I was banged up in jail
Now it's planes all the time, I be the world
Fuck 'Dam, I'm goin' Spain got ammi there for sale
But now I'm in the office, used to business in the rain
Now it's house parties week, Sydney and Sharane
Should I fall back off the
Put my into rap
keep callin' for packs
And I walk away from stacks
Heard he put down his gun and his
Tryna live off his rep, who gives a what you done in the past
Got a deal, still make it off the loud
Don't be with them paigons, cuh I spray in the crowd
Nines...

These young are fucked B
Like look up to the drug dealers and shit
All the gang bangers, or
All the footballers can't make it
And they end up birds
All the Trapstars can't make you think every little nigga be Nina wid da Nina

Ay yo the haters
Talkin' 'bout we're
Everybody on me for a favors
Me and Bund flavours
Ask the
I was out there, from the night
Used to say one day be a baller, I was right
All these groupie around the country wanna holla
Yea I fucked the fans, but don't judge me like your
in the shooter
I just came the jeweler
Immigration dip my chain back to Cuba
Did alright last year, shoulda saved more
Lookin' through The Sun I see my ting on 4
I'm gettin' bait, I hide my face
Still got crackheads whistling outside the
I just stay in my lane, I ain't worried 'bout them broke
Probably get about 20 Phillips watch no papers
Send my yungens shop for a box of
He's been gettin' money since So Solid was rockin'
Nines...

Some of the flyest I ever seen in my life
Or most of them, are ridin' bird now bludLucky I was flyin' birds
But I was sayin' "Oh lemme try music ting as well"
Man was like...
I was payin' for all this shit myself
I could honestly say, I know how much I faulked into music
Mad Ps probably, I don't
Little niggas gotta fuckin' their P blud
Or try invest into something other than
I mean can't be a rapper blud
Niggas can do many other
But invest in suttin' else B
There you it, your boy a revolutionist ya know