Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Live)

Any with you...

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

I was going to school, wearing clothes my father
Had the poster with the stig is that a
If you don't hustle 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 pair of clothes, no shower
I was like the baker, trying to flip the flour

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

People ask me Free, so how are you successful?
I'm constantly moves and I don't ever settle
I abuse the mic but don't the fame
and I chose to use my brain others used the metal
Fuck the people to pin a co-defendent on me
catch another case, my kid's depending on me

Know the difference, some are real
some are phony
Fall in love but don't marry a tenderoni
Cause when niggas get at you they get at her
these are the consequences of 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 lotta dough
If you don't like it me
Man I step up in the and I
the booth
In my raps I'm spinning facts, all I is the truth

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

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

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

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