Luyện nghe bài hát Championships

Yeah, uh

All the in my hood
percs now
Gettin' high get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta 'em put them
and the percs down
Them new got ten yards in
'Em and your first down, uh
And I come here to preach
I just had to say
'Cause I'm the one the reach
gotta quarter ounce
He tryna turn into
had no daddy
He's had to from the streets
I used to be a honor student, damn
Then I turned to a
The first time I seen a get
blood 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 won't get an
I used to Reggie, damn how'
I get to the
I a shot if I miss I'm gettin' on boards
Ain't quittin' no more, like give me some
We went Old Navy it like Christian Dior
Was dead but rich in soul
Was we really that
Was we that dumb?
we carry a gun
And nigga in my
Neighborhood one
we had nightmares of
Our got to bury her son
I'm to you as a prophet
As as they come, uh
sound like music
Hangin' out the
Why you be a shooter?
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 prom or
Like I facing time or somethin'
Ride for these niggas that shit
Ain't hurt my mom or
Only one get me commissary
Or even buy me
When it all fall
I can call now
Even if I hit your
won't get me home
Seen so many times
These did me wrong
that's the reason that I did this song

Shit we was used to play on the step
A couple later we flirtin'
the angel of death
I was eleven old
I got my on the Tec
I first touched it
That shit gave me a
My homie's I'm like "Maybe we next"
That just made me a
Knowin' the niggas my
Daddy it made me upset
Made me a man shit I was
When God me my test
Go to court with a appointed
And he say object
Now it's you the state
And you got no cake
Jail overpopulated they got no space
I know a youngin' that got
get to drive no Wraith
But he in hearse on the way to
I his mom gon' faint
When she smell like embalmment
all on her baby
Pastor said he you home, she goin' crazy
When drop that casket all in the ground
Who gon' me?
How could you me?
When I'm tryna stay alive and just
And beat them
When die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin' for my
When I decide to my mind
And tokin'
Tryna the pain away
They us up for smoking
Put 'em on
you up if you ain't perfect
Victims of the
a rain drop in the ocean
They closin' all the and
All the prisons gettin'

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