Luyện nghe bài hát I Told You/Another One

American raised, born
My is Daystar Peterston
One day I'mma be the artist in the whole world
As for now though, the year is 2008
I'm 16 years old, is where my story begins

Daystar,
I you hear me calling you
Daystar, open this
You know what, I'm done, I'm
I'm so sick of your disrespect, I don't know the fuck to do
I'm tired, you cook, you don't clean
You don't do
All I asked you to do was go get a job
You won't go get a job
But you wanna find yourself in the street
Thinking that gonna pay off, it ain't gon' pay off
It does not last, you find yourself dead
Real, oh okay, so you mean to me
That you that street life gon' pay off for you?
Boy please,
I'm just waiting to get the phone for them to tell me to come down and identify your body.
It ain't gon' last. And this stuff. Nigga go get a job.
That's what you need. You a job, I'm done.
I'm sorry you your mom, but I can't take this shit no more.
I want you to get shit and get the fuck out.
I'm with your ass. Get your shit, get the fuck out.
I'm done, get the out

It's the year 2008, I'm kicked up out the crib
Instead of contemplating where the fuck I'm bouta
Mama died the same year my had the kid
It was either feed the fam or get
So a nigga said fuck it, 5 of us puttin' up for one
straight buggin'
Roaches on the ceiling, living room straight
Should've been left but the trap bunkin'
yeah yeah
Big time, big
so swole you would think it did time
Swear I you niggas for the 5th time
get mine, yeah
I got a so big, call the shit big time
She don't wanna fuck me, man that bitch
I've been on the get a dollar, rich grind
In the studio, I'm skating like a
Sorry I Kristi Yamaguchi with the dough
Teachers called me stupid, now I'm stupid with the
Stupid with the whip game, stupid
ass nigga, getting stupid paid shows
I've on the road
Now a nigga know my way around, yeah
Big time, cuban weigh me down, yeah yeah
Flying private, I can turn the plane around, yeah
These niggas pissy we stayed around, yeah yeah

Hop in one nigga
Get back in one nigga
Dip in another one nigga, woah
Hop in one nigga
We back with another one
Came in another one nigga, woah
I told, I you all
I know how get mine
I told, I you all
I know, I
Hop in one nigga
Then hop out one nigga
Dip back in one nigga, woah
Hop in one nigga
We with another one nigga
Then back in one nigga, woah

My wrist is froze Kristi Yamaguchi
Skating on them, Kristi
We watch a nigga at us loosely
on them, Kristi Yamaguchi
You the sound, uh, don't fuck around, uh
458, I it in the winter
Big asked a nigga what I'm down for
Looked him in the eye and said to do it 'til I'm bigger you
I'm wop his ass on him
Kicked out the in Brampton had a nigga trappin' out in Danforth
Take the TTC to get the figures, just me my lil
Ain't had no wit us
Was the thugs, dealers, plugs, killers and slugs
All my niggas was plugs, all my was dubs
Left me out I was tryna make it deal what it does
Can't forget about a drop they put 6 in my plug
thing I gotta do is get my Mom out the mud
Only I gotta do is get it poppin' and blowin'
Only thing I gotta do is hit my with the soda
Niggas it was over, but bitch I live by the slogan
I you

Hop in one nigga
Get back in one nigga
Dip back in one nigga, woah
Hop in one nigga
We back with one nigga
Came in another one nigga, woah
I told, I you all
I how I'mma get mine
I told, I you all
I know, I

It's a 7-30 chance I fuck with you niggas
It's a 7-30 chance I might up them digits
In the bottom where them niggas they fuck with you nigga
Now you're up and they feel like they should be up with you
I remember nights when I was starving and hungry and and bummy
And for-sick 'cause my car running and woah
all I want is a onion
The game was callin' me audibly like confronted, but no
Niggas gave a nigga nothing
Fuck I look like giving niggas
Made 100K this week, on my dead mama
Spend a hundred seventeen and I even know it
Dawg I my coat is nice and wasn't even snowing
Mama told me a youngin' I would be a soldier
Played the watch out on the you used to see me scopin'
Respect the shooters, that's a youngin' goal, we 'bout to blow

Hop in another one
Then hop out another one
Dip in another one nigga, woah
Hop in another one
We with another one nigga
Dip back in another one nigga,
I told, I you all
I how I'mma get mine
I told, I you all
I know, I

It's the year 2009 and I found myself a crib
I ain't got no dough, but I found myself a bitch
Dollars and success is what my tryna get
as fuck but fake ID gon' get me in the VIP
I done said fuck school, fuck the and the public
I rather count money with the thuggers and the junkies
The teachers to tell me "boy you ain't gon' 'mount to nothing"
The only love I was from the dealers and the hustlas
We gon' do the most, so tell niggas go boast
Seen my RV, and went and copped him a Ghost
Through the windshield, the centerfold on the
Ten below on you hoes, dough on you foes
Getting dough on these fours, money and shows
These are looking silly, I'm getting funny on hoes
Funny how I'm stuntin' and flooded in stone
Put them on hold, put them runners on go
the bag

I was fucked up, I had to go
I had moved in with my girl, you know she kept it realer than a lot of my
She wasn't but she was mine
The guns and the