Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Live)

Any with you...

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

I was going to school, wearing clothes my father
Had the poster with the is that a stigmata?
If you don't hustle where I live then you get nada
Was a disgrace to my mom, my first case
Grinding in the house on my 26 hour
No fresh pair of clothes, no shower
I was like the baker, trying to flip the flour

Couple muslims tried to give us dou'a
then the people us, the shit went sour
When you grinding in the game plenty ups and downs
dump some rounds chasing that money and power
Now I'mma child of the ghetto, legend,
Made these niggas of the ghetto
hood Reverend 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 moves and I don't ever
I abuse the mic but don't 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, some are real
friends are phony
Fall in love but ever marry a tenderoni
Cause when niggas get at you they 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 the world owe me
a lotta dough
If you don't it blow me
Man I up in the stew and I
the booth
In my I'm spinning facts, all I know is the truth

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

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

Yes, with the ex kilo
I do it for mhy niggas trying to sneak a in they safe
we did it our way there shouldn't be a win
In country getting money shouldn't be a sin
You should be that paper
You shouldn't be a
I pray you stay in God's graces 'til we meet again

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