Luyện nghe bài hát Championships

Yeah, uh

All the youngins in my
Popping now
high they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You tell 'em put them
and the percs down
Them new jails got ten in
'Em and that's first down, uh
And I ain't come to preach
I had to say somethin'
'Cause I'm the one with the
Youngin' quarter ounce
He tryna into Meech
had no daddy
He's had to from the streets
I used to be a roll student, damn
Then I turned to a
The first time I a nigga get
Some on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was
Slumped in the
His cryin',
That there's a sign to me, oh
The shit I'm for my hood
I get an Award
I to sell Reggie, damn how'
I get to the
I take a shot if I miss I'm gettin' on
quittin' no more, like give me some more
We Old Navy it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but in soul
Was we really that
Was we that dumb?
we carry a gun
And every in my
Neighborhood one
'Cause we had of
Our mamas got to her son
I'm speakin' to you as a
As as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like
out the Buick
Why you wanna be a
told me not to do it but I did it
Now I'm locked up in a
Callin' mama I shouldn't have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an
I'm on a visit posin' for the
Like I'm going for my or somethin'
Like I facing time or somethin'
Ride for these like that shit
Ain't my mom or somethin'
Only one gon' get me
Or buy me somethin'
it all fall down
I can call now
if I hit your phone
That won't get me
so many different times
These niggas did me
Shit that's the reason I did this song

Shit we was kids to play on the step
A couple years we flirtin'
the angel of death
I was years old
I got my on the Tec
When I first it
shit gave me a rush
My homie's I'm like "Maybe we next"
just made me a threat
Knowin' the smoke my
Daddy it just made me
me a man shit I was five
When God gave me my
Go to court with a court
And he won't say
Now it's you against the
And you got no cake
Jail overpopulated they ain't got no
I a youngin' that got murked
get to drive no Wraith
But he in on the way to church
I know his mom faint
When she smell like embalmment
all on her baby
Pastor he sendin' you home, she goin' crazy
they drop that casket all in the ground
Who save me?
How could you me?
When I'm tryna stay alive and just
And beat odds
When die by twenty-five
I stop fearin' for my life
When I decide to my mind
And stop
Tryna smoke the away
They lock us up for
Put 'em on
you up if you ain't perfect
Victims of the
Like a drop in the ocean
They closin' all the and
All the prisons gettin'

See comin' from I come from
We had to beat the
Beat the system, beat racism, beat
And now we made it
All we at the championship