Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Hard

[Intro: Trife Da
Uh-huh, whoo, just smoothing it out, now
My nigga Halloween, we gon' get rich year, nigga (see)
Sip on this little bit of odor, made
Zone out, the lights off
Ant boogie, up? Uh-huh

Da God]
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, almost twenty years in the town
I seen die off, like dandelions in the fall
Niggaz heard of Chip and left him lying in the hall
Your boy Sandy Brock was ill, like Kobe Bryant with the
It's no exceptions, even the giants gotta fall
'cause we living in denial, but these are vital
When in the slums, you gotta practice survival
Now everybody to be next American idol
But are more than just songs pressed up your vinyl
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we all shine
But we all green, knahImean?
rich is a poor man's dream, and we all wanna shine
But we all green...

Solomon Childs]
I grew up hard, maybe you grew up
But I ain't been to many
Or had money for private
As harsh it sound, these a tears of a clown
I grew up hard, you grew 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

Da God]
Momma ain't raised no fool, they say we gotta save the
But first, we save our spoons
I was taught not to waste my
if I didn't like it, every scrap on my plate got chewed
Either you ate, or you didn't eat, the memories are bitter
to get teased by my friends, 'cause I had bigger feet
I think about them jokes and laugh, a smile
as a child, I never knew that being broke was bad
Growing up I was close to my dad, but that still stop a nigga
From putting that 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 blame 'em, and on the same note, I can't 'em
Let a nigga my shit, I'm gonna flame 'em
That's word to my son Jay, my little homey
Ask how your boy get down, ain't nothing phony

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

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