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 used to watch Street
I used to the D's play in the street
Plus I wait to squeeze my first heat

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

With grass stains on my jeans and up knights
I was like, "Fuck school, I goin' to class"
Easy money in the street, I was rolling that
Never good at math but I knew how to add up

I used to win at the bee's, my education was proper
My wanted me to be a lawyer, a doctor
I was smooth talker, back in those days, I was a moon
With a picture of my shorty inside of my school

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

We turned bitches out, I to love them hoes
We hand 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

Yo, the year of high school my parents noticed me slippin'
Smokin' cigarettes, skippin' class, detention
Every night all I heard was freeze, niggaz gettin' by the D's
And some pissed, I got a

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

Summertime, River [Incomprehensible] at 1 2 fifth
Stickin' kids with my identical
If I could go in time, I would take you with me
Show you what its like to live a so risky

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

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

We bitches out, I used to love them hoes
We wore hand me downs, I always had new
I used to stay bent, I hold my liquor
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 thing I really left is the
All of my friends the same, we kept it together

Picture this, shook one, drop the on top
Now Im rollin' state to with shows nonstop
Seen the money Hav and P was off the top
All for hip hop, I wasn't goin' back to the

My man Muggs introduced me to you and G.O.D
Brought me to the studio to play for Hav and P
You forget my dunns Noyd and Gotti
I was a nobody, they showed me love, me they got me

Remember the first time I hit the bong, I was it wrong
Took us some till my high was gone
They we showed you how to up dutches, then it was on
Now we rollin' all the county with hit songs

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

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