Luyện nghe bài hát fork ya

Most think Im here to just
My rep is what Im trying to
But most of my homies in or slain
From trying ride life in the lane
And I lost a couple over crack
If U from the streets I feel pain
To much to see,man Im going
It feels like my is going down the drain
Money and power is what I wanna
Theres no sun though its gonna rain
But a gotta pick up, up to the plate
Gotta push all the cries and hate
It hurts to be in this ghetto state
change now before its way too late
But the hood was in my heart
But my life is now apart
(chorus)(x2)
The hard life is something to survive
Most haters want to see U alive
Im stuck in reality Im no dreaming
Trying to get me, I hear suckas scheming
(verse 1)
Bullets flying, fake lying
Im trying to get outta man Im really trying
Im tired of hearing my close homies dieing
Im done with the homie Im no longer crying
The dont do nothin becuz they crooked too
Its to beleive but this life really true
And if U thought you can rely on crew
To avoid time gonna go and snitch on you
No way out, U trying to out what to do
Trying to avoid the G's up the red or blue
U can make it out, trying everyday
But the thing is homie no easy way
behind you feeling a little paranoid
Remebering streets you want to
Fox Hill and 27th