Luyện nghe bài hát Grew Up Hard

[Intro: Da God]
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

[Trife Da
In the crib, with my wiz, my grown man on
Listening to classic soul, the slow jams on
Smokey Robinson, Tears of a Clown, shedding
beers, almost twenty five years in the town
I seen die off, like dandelions in the fall
Niggaz of Chip Banks and left him lying in the hall
Your boy Sandy Brock was ill, like Kobe Bryant with the
It's no exceptions, even the biggest gotta fall
we living in denial, but these lessons are vital
When marinating in the slums, you practice survival
Now everybody wants to be next idol
But these are than just songs pressed up your vinyl
rich is a poor 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: Childs]
I up hard, maybe you grew up harder
But I been to many operas
Or had money for doctors
As harsh it sound, these a tears 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 planning to
As harsh it sound, these a tears of a clown

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

[Trife Da
Yeah, they say two heads are better 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 getting in the stud'
Some niggaz find happiness, with a blunt and a
They talented niggaz, but they need something to do
It's kinda hard try'nna beyond buildings and bricks
We can't condone broken homes, our children is sick
Try'nna survive off the and milk from the WIC
And all the good we got, be getting killed in the mix
He could of been the next Jordan, who knows, the Emmitt
Young Tiger Woods, or the new Arthur of tennis
That's why I'm past the gimmicks, getting 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 made it the projects
We came up, Stapleton Houses, man
Straight up, Theodore, Starks Enterprise