Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Hard

[Intro: Da God]
Uh-huh, whoo, just 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, up? Uh-huh

Da God]
In the crib, with my wiz, getting my man on
Listening to classic soul, with the slow on
Smokey Robinson, Tears of a Clown, tears
Popping beers, almost twenty five years in the
I niggaz die off, like dandelions in the fall
Niggaz heard of Chip 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 giants gotta
'cause we living in denial, but these are vital
When marinating in the slums, you 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 can't green,
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we all wanna
But we all green...

[Chorus: Solomon
I grew up hard, maybe you grew up
But I ain't been to operas
Or had for private doctors
As harsh it sound, these just a of a clown
I grew up hard, maybe you grew up
The message is I'm too strong to hold
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 no fool, they say we gotta save the children
But first, we gotta save our
I was taught not to waste my
Even if I didn't like it, 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 about them jokes and laugh, crack a smile
'cause as a child, I never knew that being was bad
up I was close to my dad, but that still didn't stop a nigga
From putting that coke in bags
That was the past, now, I'm with the oak in the dash
Got jealous niggaz hating, big time, hoping I
I can't blame 'em, and on the same note, I can't 'em
Let a nigga disrespect my shit, I'm gonna 'em
That's word to my son Jay, my little homey
Ask how your boy get down, ain't nothing phony

[Trife Da
Yeah, they say two heads are than one, and in the process
I learned slow progress, is better than none
why I'm still here persuing my goals, baking that bread
In the bakery, if I ain't out, doing no
I hit the block, once in a blue, and front the crew
And show niggaz a time, by getting drunk in the stud'
Some niggaz find happiness, a blunt and a brew
They talented niggaz, but they just something to do
It's kinda hard look beyond buildings and bricks
We condone broken homes, when our children is sick
Try'nna survive off the cereal and from the WIC
And all the good we got, be getting killed in the mix
He could of the next Jordan, who knows, the next Emmitt
Tiger Woods, or the new Arthur Ashe of tennis
That's why I'm looking past the gimmicks, getting cash 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 made it from the
We done up, Stapleton Houses, man
Straight up, Theodore, Starks Enterprise