Luyện nghe bài hát Break Away

Sorry mom for all them times I got suspended in
Gettin' money, my teacher said I was a fool
Haters on my 'Gram, that shit don't faze me
4 pipes on the Porsche, yo my so crazy
Told Pebz "make you stay strapped"
I just left the label Christmas party to go and break down a
1a the hood, land all shottas out of town
Went for the plug, now we the opposite of down
Tryna leave a nigga's by the pavement
Drivin' round in this dinger, impatient
Thinkin' that I shoulda spent more time my nephew
It's fucked, them fake niggas shine seen the best lose
Pissed cuh my little nigga lost a few
Me and Pebz out in bail rollin' with new ones
I get money every my phone rings
always fly, we had to grow wings
I'm still in the field where it's real
I ain't got time to
I a hundred mil
And way before the deal I paid my bills
Tryna cop a in the hills
how uncle Phil
Free my nigga Hydro, he just
I sweep my floor
I'm finding earrings in my dust pan
Told my Misses that she fucking be my wife
Cuh I'm way too ambitious, you do nothin' your life
a long way from 7 grams on the scale
Feels like I was banged up in jail
Now planes all the time, I be traveling the world
Fuck 'Dam, I'm goin' Spain they got there for sale
But now I'm in the office, used to doin' business in the
Now it's house parties every week, Sydney and
Should I fall off the trap
Put my into rap
Niggas keep callin' for
And I can't walk away from
Heard he put his gun and his mask
Tryna live off his rep, who gives a fuck what you done in the
Got a deal, still tryna make it off the
Don't be standin' with them paigons, cuh I in the crowd
Nines...

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

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

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