Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Live)

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We struggled, we look to to guide 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
We're kids from the we ain't know no better
when our money was funny we know no Prada
No dough, no so the ho's didn't bother

I was going to school, wearing clothes from my
Had the with the stig is that a stigmata?
If you hustle where I live then you don't get nada
Was a disgrace to my mom, caught my first
Grinding in the crack house on my 26
No pair of clothes, took no shower
I was posted like the baker, trying to flip the

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

often ask me Free, so how are you successful?
I'm constantly making moves and I don't 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 catch another case, my kid's on me

the difference, some friends are real
some friends are
Fall in love but ever marry a tenderoni
Cause when niggas can'y get at you get at her
are the consequences of making money
I couldn't find the safe I let this show me
I put truth in my music let the know me

Now I feel like the owe me
a whole lotta
If you like it blow me
Man I step up in the and I
the booth
In my I'm spinning facts, all I know is the truth

I been here and I been
I been rich and I crack
Got the social
then I was damn forgotten
Lost a rock but miraculously managed to
thought that I would lose my faculties without the faculty
Evil men sent their in to tackle me
they eye'in me
they evil eye'in us, even a evil

Don't know i bring the desert eagle in
do it for they down 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, with the ex gang
I do it for mhy trying to sneak a kilo in they safe
Since we did it our way there be a win
In this getting money shouldn't be a sin
You should be that paper
You be a hater
I pray you stay in God's graces 'til we meet again

the ROC
You bastards, you bastards, you
We think
We free
We die hard
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