Luyện nghe bài hát Enchanted

[J.
Yea, this is the
yea, this is where the fathers living
at least not us
might see em round the and won't even say wassup
when n-ggas play tough, wont smile in mirrors
and we learn to f-ck hoes off and error
just a small n-gga, big city hustle
glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy,
these were our heroes, strictly for zero's
for Robert Deniro, n-ggas reload on them kilo's
them people,
mad at myself cause I done seen some things I'd rather not tell
shawty crack and her boyfriend too
sometimes he touch her daughter like them do
pull up to the club where the went too
see that yellow tape and the boys in
a on a strecther and though i never met ya
Im thinking God Bless ya, they try and get ya
man, don't let the get ya
the horoscopes, know the ropes lke a wrestler
if them bullets wet ya bet ya momma a tissue
your face on the front of our saying we miss ya
(we ya)

Come me,
Run quick see, what do we have
Now, do you wanna or die
La dadada, la la la la

Come me,
Run quick see, what do we here
Now, do you ride or die
La dadada, la la la la

yea, see God
I you only do whats best for me
but is it cool if we my destiny
they always me it's temporary
why its feelling like a cemetary
my aint got no obituaries
my city hurting and none of us were here
you me say I was ballin'
i probably tears
I'm trying to get
I'm tryna fear
who wrote the here
these kids live there whole life just killing
the race with no finish line
they tryna noose us with they
but Im climb
I think my foolish might become my suicide
but I aint go, no baby
and through these lines and you gotta find some hope
cause I dying
my words last forever,
you can hold the
look inside you can see a diamond in my
Im tired of seeing dope fiends, wiping nose clean
is my neighbourhood just a smoke
I think Im in the (?) I see lo
raised by bo queens but there's no kings
(no kings, no kings)

[J. Hook]
Come me,
Run quick see, what do we have
Now, do you wanna or die
La dadada, la la la la

with me,
Run see, what do we have here
Now, do you ride or die
La dadada, la la la la

[J. Verse 3]
It seems like n-ggas either feel ya or they try and ya
I face the sky and hope to God acting unfamiliar
you play whatever he deal no matter how peculiar
tell me that its God's will, I'm asking God will ya
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iller a n-gga from artist pain, momma smoking as it rains out
am I to blame, try to stay so I came out-side
where they rock with thangs out
to clear my mind at the time they blew that boys brains out
but will it change, its like n-ggas is free but our still in the chains
brothers killing eachother, the blood its a shame
will it ever up
alot of n-ggas getting older but they grow up
and do they son's they fathers did and never show up
even cry about it, just another episode of life
watch the season n-gga no
the devil buying n-gga no refunds
man, let the city get ya
f-ck the horoscopes know the ropes like a
if them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a
your face on the front of our shirts screaming we ya
another day, song, a mother prays
gone
but still we play aint nothing wrong
like nothing wrong
cause nothing wrong
Im not as fast, I'm not as
but I pass
I ball
I ball
I gotta
n-gga I ball