Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Hard

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

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

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

Da God]
Momma ain't raised no fool, they say we gotta the children
But first, we gotta save our
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 sweet
Used to get teased by my friends, 'cause I had feet
I about them jokes and laugh, crack a smile
as a child, I never knew that being broke was bad
Growing up I was close to my dad, but still didn't stop a nigga
From putting coke in them bags
That was the past, now, I'm riding the oak in the dash
Got jealous hating, big time, hoping I crash
I can't blame 'em, and on the same note, I can't 'em
Let a nigga disrespect my shit, I'm flame 'em
That's to my son little Jay, my little homey
Ask niggaz how your boy get down, ain't phony

[Trife Da
Yeah, they say two heads are better than one, and in the
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, doing no
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 find happiness, with a and a brew
They talented niggaz, but they just something to do
It's kinda hard try'nna beyond buildings and bricks
We condone broken homes, when our children is sick
Try'nna survive off the and milk 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 next
Young Woods, or the new Arthur Ashe of tennis
That's why I'm looking past the gimmicks, getting cash Dennis
Criminal grind, we gonna the business

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