Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Live)

Any with you...

We struggled, we look to Allah to us
But we constantly bullshit divide us
and we suddenly let the chills get the of us
You pull up and we ten at the driver
kids from the ghetto we ain't know no better
when our money was we didn't know no Prada
No dough, no jewels so the ho's didn't

I was to school, wearing clothes from my father
Had the poster with the stig is that a
If you don't where I live then you don't get nada
Was a disgrace to my mom, caught my case
Grinding in the crack on my 26 hour
No fresh of clothes, took no shower
I was posted like the baker, to flip the flour

Couple older tried to give us dou'a
then the people us, the shit went sour
When you grinding in the game there's plenty ups and
Gotta some rounds chasing that money and power
Now I'mma child of the ghetto, legend,
Made these niggas of the ghetto
hood preach to niggas what this shit's about
I am proof that you can make it out of the ghetto

People often ask me Free, so how are you
I'm constantly making and I don't ever settle
I abuse the mic but abuse the fame
and I chose to use my brain while others used the
Fuck the people trying to pin a on me
Can't another case, my kid's depending on me

Know the difference, friends are real
some are phony
Fall in but don't ever marry a tenderoni
Cause when can'y get at you they get at her
these are the of making money
I couldn't the safe I let this girl show me
I put truth in my music let the know me

Now I like the world owe me
a whole dough
If you like it blow me
Man I up in the stew and I
control the
In my raps I'm spinning facts, all I know is the

I been here and I been
I been rich and I been
Got the social
I was damn near forgotten
Lost a but miraculously managed to blossom
They thought I would lose my faculties without the faculty
Evil men their defence in to tackle me
evil eye'in me
they evil eye'in us, even a grin

Don't ain't know i the desert eagle in
they do it for they homies, let them be with them
Try to bring my up before they see the pen
I 'em on the road and let them be with men

Yes, the ex kilo gang
I do it for mhy niggas trying to a kilo in they safe
Since we did it our way shouldn't be a win
In this country money shouldn't be a sin
You should be chasing that
You be a hater
I you stay in God's good graces 'til we meet again

the ROC
You bastards, you bastards, you
We free
We live
We die nigga
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