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 little bit of odor, made brown
Zone out, the lights off
Ant boogie, up? Uh-huh

[Trife Da
In the crib, my wiz, getting my grown man on
Listening to classic soul, with the slow on
Robinson, Tears 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 Chip Banks and him lying in the hall
boy Sandy Brock was ill, like Kobe Bryant with the ball
It's no exceptions, even the giants gotta fall
'cause we living in denial, but these lessons are
When in the slums, you gotta practice survival
Now everybody wants to be next idol
But these are more than songs pressed up your vinyl
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we all shine
But we all green, knahImean?
Being rich is a poor dream, and we all wanna shine
But we all green...

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

Da God]
Momma ain't raised no fool, they say we gotta save the
But first, we gotta 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 feet
I think about them jokes and laugh, a smile
'cause as a child, I knew that being broke was bad
Growing up I was close to my dad, but that still didn't stop a
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 blame '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 little Jay, my little
Ask niggaz how boy get down, ain't nothing phony

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

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