Luyện nghe bài hát Championships

Yeah, uh

All the in my hood
Popping now
Gettin' they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta 'em put them
and the percs down
Them new jails got ten in
'Em and that's first down, uh
And I come here to preach
I had to say somethin'
'Cause I'm the one the reach
Youngin' gotta quarter
He turn into Meech
Ain't had no
had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor student, damn
Then I turned to a
The first time I seen a get
Some on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was
Slumped in the
His cryin',
That a sign to me, oh Lord
The shit I'm doin' for my
I won't get an
I used to sell Reggie, damn
I get to the
I take a shot if I I'm gettin' on boards
Ain't quittin' no more, like me some more
We went Old Navy it felt like Christian
Was dead broke but rich in
Was we that poor?
Was we really dumb?
we carry a gun
And nigga in my
Neighborhood one
we had nightmares of
Our got to bury her son
I'm speakin' to you as a
As rare as 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 up in a prison
mama like I shouldn't have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an
I'm on a visit for the picture
Like I'm for my prom or somethin'
Like I ain't facing or somethin'
for these niggas like that shit
Ain't my mom or somethin'
one gon' get me commissary
Or buy me somethin'
When it all fall
I can y'all now
Even if I hit phone
That won't get me
Seen so different times
These did me wrong
that's the reason that I did this song

Shit we was kids used to on the step
A couple years later we
the angel of death
I was eleven old
I got my on the Tec
When I touched it
That shit me a rush
My homie's I'm like "Maybe we next"
That made me a threat
Knowin' the niggas my
Daddy it just me upset
me a man shit I was five
When God me my test
Go to court with a appointed
And he say object
Now it's you against the
And you got no cake
Jail overpopulated they got no space
I a youngin' that got murked
Ain't get to drive no
But he in hearse on the way to
I know his mom gon'
When she smell like embalmment
Cologne all on her
Pastor he sendin' you home, she goin' crazy
When they drop casket all in the ground
Who gon' me?
How could you me?
I'm tryna stay alive and just survive
And beat them
When die by twenty-five
When I fearin' for my life
When I to change my mind
And stop
smoke the pain 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
closin' all the schools and
All the gettin' open

See comin' from where I from
We had to beat the
the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we it through
All that we at the