Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Live)

Any with you...

We struggled, we to Allah to guide us
But we letting bullshit divide us
and we suddenly let the get the best of us
You pull up and we ten at the driver
We're from the ghetto we ain't know no better
when our money was funny we didn't no Prada
No dough, no jewels so the didn't bother

I was going to school, wearing from my father
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 case
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

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

often ask me Free, so how are you successful?
I'm constantly making moves and I don't ever
I abuse the mic but abuse the fame
and I to use my brain while others used the metal
Fuck the trying to pin a co-defendent on me
Can't catch another case, my depending on me

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

Now I like the world owe me
a lotta dough
If you don't like it me
Man I step up in the and I
control the
In my raps I'm facts, all I know is the truth

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

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

Yes, the ex kilo gang
I do it for mhy niggas to sneak 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 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 nigga
New ROC