Luyện nghe bài hát Finding Me (Shotta Rendition)

Cry Nation, go,
You how we do,
Yea,
Whassup,
out to all my Haitian niggaz,
For real,
Shout out to all my niggaz,
You whassup, uh!
a shot for all my Bajan niggaz,
You know,
And all y'all hating niggaz,
You know,
Queens, New York... We in da building,
Uh!

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Queens in this motherfucker, on some street shit,
Back to them cold nights we used to roll dice trying to be rich,
Dope got us iced out, presidential Rollies, 30 grand on each wrist,
Just a bad nigga trying to do good, for a reason,
Fucking frequent,
Fuck babies, got a curse in my semen,
Now welcome to the mind of a young with demons,
Uh,
My heart's cold, is hopeless,
I rhyme my heart though, shit I'm focused,
heading for da top, just watch... You can't stop us,
Crib full of money, car of choppers,
My life is real, I ain't like them ass rappers,
Fuck my team, bet my niggaz come clap ya,
Dem Haitians coming, white lady looking stunning, got me in a rapture,
New York, I got ya,
We on da to make it,
5 of my life wasted,
I'm tired of patient,
Tell em gon shine,
gon rhyme, wit' Kay in back, banging da punchline,
Realest in their prime,
weed in da Benz, seat on recline,
Lord me for my crimes,
Search my and you will find,
Kay never told, Kay never fold, that's the way I was designed,
Uh,
I got to buss, I got da streets to roam,
In da back of my jeans, I my chrome,
Told y'all I'm a braveheart like the Nasir Jones,
And forever yo.