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,
out to all my Jamaican niggaz,
You whassup, uh!
a shot for all my Bajan niggaz,
You know,
And fuck all y'all 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 where we used to roll trying to be rich,
Dope money got us iced out, Rollies, 30 grand on each wrist,
a bad nigga trying to do good, hustling for a reason,
Fucking frequent,
Fuck babies, got a curse in my semen,
Now welcome to the of a young motherfucker with demons,
Uh,
My heart's cold, is hopeless,
I rhyme from my though, shit I'm focused,
We're heading for da top, just watch... You stop us,
Crib of money, car full of choppers,
My is real, I ain't like them fake ass rappers,
Fuck wit' my team, bet my niggaz come ya,
Dem Haitians coming, that lady looking stunning, got me in a rapture,
New York, I got ya,
We on da pace to it,
5 years of my wasted,
I'm tired of patient,
em Nicko gon shine,
Zalla gon rhyme, wit' Kay in back, da punchline,
niggaz in their prime,
Blowing in da Benz, seat on recline,
forgive me for my crimes,
Search my and you will find,
Kay never told, Kay will never fold, the way I was designed,
Uh,
I got guns to buss, I got da to roam,
In da of my jeans, I keep my chrome,
Told y'all I'm a like the great Nasir Jones,
And forever yo.