Luyện nghe bài hát Different World

Yeah, yo, I grew up in the of QBC
I grew up in the lap of luxury chickens love for me
I to watch Sesame Street
I used to watch the D's in the street
Plus I couldn't wait to my first heat

I used to pray to God before I went to sleep every
Same time I was kissin' them dice, hittin' my twice
Holdin' hammers the heat out with nice
time I was poppin' cap guns on BMX bikes

With grass stains on my jeans and scuffed up
I was like, "Fuck school, I ain't to class"
Easy money in the street, I was rolling with
Never at math but I knew how to add up cash

I to win at the spelling bee's, my education was proper
My family wanted me to be a lawyer, a
I was smooth talker, back in those days, I was a walker
With a picture of my inside of my school locker

I never had shit, I had it all
We used to play with guns, we used to play
I to pump crack, in school I paid attention
I was a hard head, I used to always

We turned bitches out, I used to love hoes
We wore me downs, I always had new clothes
I used to stay bent, I couldn't hold my
Its kind of out, two different stories in one picture

Yo, the first of high school my parents noticed me slippin'
Smokin' cigarettes, class, catchin' detention
Every all I heard was freeze, niggaz gettin' bagged by the D's
And pissed, I got a disease

Fourteen and watchin' me on teeny raps on forty screens
I learned how to my hat, sag my jeans
Wanted a [Incomprehensible] piece, thought be fresh
Me and my brother used to yank those
Straight off necks

Summertime, Park [Incomprehensible] at 1 2 fifth
kids with my identical twin
If I could go back in time, I take you with me
Show you what its like to live a lifestyle so

I put in in rhymes and beats
you was puttin' work in the streets
It's bugged out, whoever have thought that we'd meet
But its this rap shit that made this package complete
They put us in the and put these raps to this beat

I had shit, I always had it all
We to play with guns, we used to play ball
I to pump crack, in school I paid attention
I was a hard head, I to always listen

We turned bitches out, I used to love hoes
We wore hand me downs, I always had new
I used to stay bent, I couldn't hold my
Its kind of out, two different stories in one picture

I'm West Coast, I'ma rap it
But I had to to the East to get all of my respect and my cheddar
To tell the truth, the only I really left is the weather
All of my friends the same, we kept it together

this, shook one, drop the Mobb on top
Now Im rollin' state to state with shows
Seen the money Hav and P was off the top
All for hip hop, I goin' back to the block

My man introduced me to you Nitty and G.O.D
Brought me to the studio to music for Hav and P
You can't my dunns Noyd and Gotti
I was a nobody, they showed me love, told me got me

the first time I hit the bong, I was doin' it wrong
Took us months till my high was gone
They we you how to roll up dutches, then it was on
Now we rollin' all across the with hit songs

I never had shit, I had it all
We used to play with guns, we used to ball
I used to pump crack, in school I paid
I was a hard head, I used to listen

We turned bitches out, I used to them hoes
We wore me downs, I always had new clothes
I to stay bent, I couldn't hold my liquor
Its kind of bugged out, two different in one picture