Luyện nghe bài hát Concrete

I was a game with a shield and a sword
Started having money, buying that I used to couldn't afford
At the beginning of my mannishness, I was the
I bought a plated four fift'

Dautons, Granadas, Caddys and
Chevy, Impalas, and Mustang
Donkey rows, like a Pharaoh
Troop jackets, DBoy

Hop, we speak, coke, whatever you
You ought to add subtract but can barely
No, I can't, yes, I did, no, I
You think I'll be dead or successful or in

Triple scared while I was flipping the goop
clientele, I was getting my loot
Concrete, I ain't of feathers
Tear up just like some angry protesters

I come the streets
Where they play for
The strong and the
be concrete

I'm from the
Where every day they
Ambulance and
Gotta be

He out fast, he came in last, went outta gas
But he was winning at first, what you call a person that?
A quarter horse, enter the and came when I left, a tortoise
That's domino talk, man, you a man, of

You still in the game? Nah, we
You make any change? No
You're full of shit like a port-a-potty
His hustle sloppy, tricking off them boppies

I'm for what's right, maybe what's wrong
what I was just telling my little homie on the phone
Be a leader, not a
And if going to be a follower, follow the right leader
Stop with your peter

My Yeah, your dick
Why? A chick get you hit
your eye on the sparrow
Get and ambushed
They'll limit your space, your space is narrow

I come from the
they play for keeps
The strong and the
Gotta be

I'm the streets
every day they leak
Ambulance and
be concrete

He put his foot where is is, good riddance
would be yelling a drive-thru, "A Kentucky Fried Chicken"
They gangbangin' but they was set tripping
Ate him up good but he's still living

The victim's lawyer on a case for real
Tried to put the who did it behind bars
And make him pay they bill
But the shooter a monster, he hella
So ain't talking, listen here

Not them
But the victim don't want nobody nothing anyway
Because when he get out and get his shit
He gon' put them niggas the weather

it comes to feuding and funking, gotta be clever
Beefing, commotion and drastic measures, measures
From the top of my head to the bottom of my
I don't know about you, but I'ma concrete

I come the streets
Where they for keeps
The and the weak
Gotta be

I'm the streets
Where every day they
and police
Gotta be