Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Hard

[Intro: Trife Da
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
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
Smokey Robinson, Tears of a Clown, shedding
Popping beers, almost twenty five years in the
I seen niggaz die off, dandelions in the fall
Niggaz heard of Banks and left him lying in the hall
Your boy Sandy Brock was ill, Kobe Bryant with the ball
It's no exceptions, the biggest giants gotta fall
'cause we living in denial, but lessons are vital
When marinating in the slums, you gotta survival
Now everybody wants to be next American
But these are more than just pressed up your vinyl
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we all wanna
But we all green, knahImean?
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we all wanna
But we all green...

Solomon Childs]
I grew up hard, you grew up harder
But I ain't been to operas
Or had for private doctors
As harsh it sound, these just a of a clown
I up hard, maybe you grew up harder
The message is I'm too strong to down
I the ledge, and I ain't 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 gotta save our
I was not to waste my food
Even if I didn't like it, every scrap on my plate got
Either you ate, or you eat, the memories are bitter sweet
Used to get teased by my friends, 'cause I had feet
I think them jokes and laugh, crack a smile
'cause as a child, I never that being broke was bad
Growing up I was close to my dad, but that still didn't stop a
putting that coke in them bags
That was the past, now, I'm riding with the oak in the
Got jealous hating, big time, hoping I crash
I can't blame 'em, and on the 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 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 learned that slow progress, is better than
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 good time, by drunk in the stud'
Some find happiness, with a blunt and a brew
They talented niggaz, but just need something to do
It's kinda try'nna look beyond buildings and bricks
We can't condone broken homes, 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 been the next Jordan, who knows, the Emmitt
Young Woods, or the new Arthur Ashe of tennis
That's why I'm looking the gimmicks, getting cash with Dennis
grind, we gonna smash the business

Yeah, you see that big thing pull up
be mad at us, man, be glad, we done made it from the projects
We done up, Stapleton Houses, man
Straight up, Theodore, Toney Starks