Luyện nghe bài hát First Things First

Like, alright, first things first, I've putting in the work
I'm a rebel a cause (with a cause)
Had problems the fam
I had with the gang
But I put that shit on pause (put that on pause)
I've been gone for a while but I saw you niggas
I cancelled all my tours (little pussies)
Someone 'em that I'm back
I never ever slack, grab my gun and go to war (boy)
I got brothers up in jail, mad up in their cells
When you hear me, your doors (bang your doors)
Niggas moving chatty, someone tell them that I'm
Bro, pull up uninsured like (skkkkkrrr)
Running through my strip, rappers on my dick
to build up a rapport (it's embarrassing)
I can tell man are bitter
But they're begging it on Twitter, man, I I'm so appalled
Before he a shot, I'll shoot him first (shoot him first)
And mum, we was going through her purse (through her purse)
We were doing road and doing
Looked the devil in his face motherfucker, do your worst
Still here find another blessing
I'm over-loyal, man, ride for what I'm repping
Dark times niggas in recession
You was fighting with your girl when I was my depression, wait

Alright, first things first, coulda put you in a
Man, I you boys a lifeline (lifeline)
I was scrolling my tweets, had Adele up on repeat
And saw a madness on my (on my timeline)
LBC's tryna' black me
And tryna' blame boy for knife crime (like what?)
I don't use a shank, I got money in the
Man, I'd do a drive by (dickheads)
Mad, mad demons in my
Young Stormz wasn't ready for the limelight (he ready)
Took a little break from the game, started
Man, I had to get my mind (started praying)
All black clothes till I shine
Full beams up my eyesight
hate me on the sly
But I bet you if I died, you would see em at my night (fake youts)
They if I'm real, I'm real enough ('nough)
got a couple killers in the cut (cut)
If he's nice
I big him up, drugs
But my niggas a killing off a drug (aye)
Rapping like I'm but I'm puff (puff)
West End show a nigga love (love)
But if it weren't me you would never let my niggas in the
Fuck DSTRKT and fuck all nightclubs
And giving money to people that don't like us
There's riots in the just tell me where I sign up
The rave goes silly time I pick the mic up (whoa)
I got smoke, you can a bit
A coloured brother a bone to pick
But I still get to gunning, don't be running when I bang
Before we said our prayers, there was gang (gang signs)