Luyện nghe bài hát From Da Bottom

[Intro: Mill]
Young gettin' money
And we don't owe you niggas
I'm from nigga
We come from the
Come from
And got the nerve to ask me why I'm stuntin?

[Verse 1: Mill]
I'da sip Ciroc with Diddy, drunk Spade Hov
In the vip of the 40, with bad-ass hoes
Had my grip on my forty, still was at that
The same night work got cooked that sold
A pyrex and a triple
Like Mr. King had a dream we ain't miss a
dirty to these niggas with my Listerine
If I was you know we ball, Mr. Clean
I'm talking LIV Sunday blowing hella
Just getting right cause in my I been from hell and back
I'm that nice and I don't write so you can tell 'em that
I'm just making up for nights I was selling crack
On the corner in the cold try'na them O's
And half my niggas in the city went against the
Them niggas told, still partying them niggas
But I'm like fuck it I'm and getting it them niggas old
a walk up to that mirror boy look at yourself
You see a getta or a just lookin' for help
And every I'm in the studio killing myself
A lot of hate me now cause I'm feeling myself
em' though
They be humble, boy be humble
But ain't nobody say that when my used to rumble
Looked in a cell when I seen my dreams
Now I'm out here buzzing you can here the bumble

[Bridge:
Seen some that can't be told
I was told these roads was pure as
I never told I never sold my
I just went at every I dove

[Hook:
Nobody's going to da bottom
going to da bottom
I can't be every nigga role
I can't go back to the

2: Meek Mill]
Niggas getting high, just to take the pain
When I'm just getting by couple million for a day
Off season but I practice like I got a game
And everybody ain't gon' make it out a shame to say
Feeling like before the fade away
I'm like should I take the or let it fade away?
And all this love I'm getting ain't gon' take the away
But haters motivate me in a crazy way
Ain't no I in - from what I done seen
It's every man for himself well, until I
I put my niggas on paper, we swarm paper like lions when they smell
When dream shatters they sell like cocaine
Or heroin heroin I'm Cobain
I'm blowing up I did my own
They want my and my body for a little chain
I'm with the Illuminati call it Soul Train

[Verse 3: Mill]
Last night I forgot to pray for shit I got today
The 'round the corner and the reaper a block away
body after body very few of us find a way
You gotta watch for the hook like you Dr. J
My defensive is like three and a brick wall
I get soft every time we go ya'll
I'm on guard play the point I'm Chris Paul
You get crossed like AI did for this ball
For rock you get shot, picked off
Cause in this we shooting metal like it's pin ball
I put this Mac to your face lip gloss
And do you right and put you on ice Lindros

[Outro: Mill]
I started with a and a dream
And I'm willing to go and get it by any
I can't be every nigga role
Why nobody my role
I got my own son to
And my is very precious
And my son expect me to walk that door every night
So any try and stop my shine gotta get it
All my out to get it
And we never going back to the bottom
None of my
I hear everybody
He spending too much be humble
Man fuck all
Who was talking when I was dead broke starving
Ay Gutta, these niggas talking huh?
It's D.C. M, G
We been jumped out the barrel on your crab ass
You me?
Meek Milly, real for life!