Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Hard

[Intro: Da God]
Uh-huh, whoo, smoothing it out, right now
My nigga Halloween, we gon' get rich year, nigga (see)
Sip on this bit of odor, made brown
out, turn the lights off
Ant boogie, what up?

[Trife Da
In the crib, my wiz, getting my grown man on
Listening to classic soul, with the jams on
Smokey Robinson, of a Clown, shedding tears
Popping beers, twenty five years in the town
I seen niggaz die off, dandelions in the fall
Niggaz heard of Banks and left him lying in the hall
boy Sandy Brock was ill, like Kobe Bryant with the ball
It's no exceptions, even the biggest gotta fall
'cause we in denial, but these lessons are vital
When marinating in the slums, you gotta survival
Now everybody wants to be next American
But are more than just songs pressed up your vinyl
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we all wanna
But we all can't green,
Being rich is a poor dream, and we all wanna shine
But we all green...

Solomon Childs]
I grew up hard, maybe you up harder
But I ain't been to many
Or had money for doctors
As harsh it sound, these just a tears of a
I grew up hard, maybe you up harder
The is I'm too strong to hold down
I know the ledge, and I planning to drown
As harsh it sound, just a tears of a clown

[Trife Da
Momma ain't raised no fool, they say we save the children
But first, we save our spoons
I was not to waste my food
if I didn't like it, every scrap on my plate got chewed
Either you ate, or you eat, the memories are bitter sweet
Used to get teased by my friends, 'cause I had bigger
I think about them jokes and laugh, crack a
'cause as a child, I knew that being broke was bad
up I was close to my dad, but that still didn't stop a nigga
From that coke in them bags
That was the past, now, I'm riding the oak in the dash
Got jealous niggaz hating, big time, I crash
I can't 'em, and on the same note, I can't change 'em
Let a disrespect my shit, I'm gonna flame 'em
That's word to my son Jay, my little homey
Ask niggaz how boy get down, ain't nothing phony

[Trife Da
Yeah, say two heads are better than one, and in the process
I that slow progress, is better than none
That's why I'm still here persuing my goals, baking bread
In the bakery, if I out, doing no shows
I hit the block, in a blue, and front with the crew
And show niggaz a time, by getting drunk in the stud'
Some niggaz happiness, with a blunt and a brew
They talented niggaz, but just need something to do
It's kinda hard try'nna look buildings and bricks
We can't condone homes, when our children is sick
Try'nna survive off the and milk from the WIC
And all the good we got, be getting killed in the mix
He of been the next Jordan, who knows, the next Emmitt
Young Woods, or the new Arthur Ashe of tennis
That's why I'm looking past the gimmicks, getting cash Dennis
grind, we gonna smash the business

Yeah, when you see that big pull up
Don't be mad at us, man, be glad, we done it from the projects
We came up, Stapleton Houses, man
Straight up, Theodore, Starks Enterprise