Luyện nghe bài hát Everything I Love

The world at my
Gold pieces molded Jesus features
streets the fever
From the way I the Ether

Came on the at 19, a gritty fiefa
For money, power, respect, get it by any
A New Yorker, talker, walk like a brick flipper
doctor, multiply to get richer

I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the of the city
I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable
I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the struggle
All in my swagger, that's the why I got my hustle

I got the highest stature, Miami diamond
I got you caught in the flyest and stylish rapture
My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it
My first through to him, that was my biggest project

Now I'm the illest known to like the illest soldier
And when I smoke, only roll up the illest doja
You sit and mail it over my venom, a cobra
Harlem, U.S.A., I diddy bop and shop with Oprah

Nigga,
my voice I'm killin' 'em
I shed my
everything I love

Am still a eye blacker, handed, face the palm smacker
Goods strapper, cat stacker, good wood
Tear up the Dom P wrappers
Platinum splasher, fuck Cris, spit atcha

I call it ignorant laughter
American Express card all gray now
It's scratched up constant usage
kidnapper, pop tags off tags

Poppa makin' monster
And still I Cosa
Big roaster, cola
Girl, I send for ya, bring friends, wontcha?

I'm from the '80s, N.Y.C., 5 of culture
Breeze through with that old blue [Incomprehensible]
glowin', ho-in', fly off in a Boeing
Slide off with ho and spend six figures on her

My persona, John, unforgivable cologne
Coppin' the diamonds, makes me sorta bi-polar
Ferrari to Phantom, vehicles for rollers
The chain around my neck, it makes the night colder

Nigga,
From my voice I'm 'em
I my blood
everything I love

The Crypt keeper, Mets hat rocker
Pretty bitch slobber, Ex-robber, heister, my own biographer
Pants saggin', Bentley whippin', Jam stopper
Tim Chuck wearin', Cranapple vodka, then I spray

A doctor in the jungles of Haiti me
Draped in paisley bandannas, suits with Adam
Cigar like Dick Tracy, it's dark, I get
Alcohol and laced weed, that was of my '80s

The conciergeries be near me
Canary cuts in my pinky yearly
Liz Taylor to juxt me
'Coz I it green like the other side of Bill Bixby

he gets mean
Think before I blast hoes Like Grassino
from scraggly old clothes
To the illest and realest rappin'

Pablo on the scene, won't roll back up with green
paper cruisin' through the strip in Vegas
Two of New York's biggest, niggaz, y'all to hate us
But now you us, Nas and Diddy, power hustlers

Nigga,
From my I'm killin' 'em
I my blood
About I love

It's on I love, man
It's on everything I
It's on I love, man