Luyện nghe bài hát Introspective

I killed her with the now I'm bringing her life
Prestige is an illusion tend to lose sight
I always be cory, youngest child of Dorothy
My eyes mirrors the pure ferocity

I slung the E, held my first heat with
Slept it, rep with it, streets empower me
I came from curses, cuffs, and pumas
To painting slums as as James Evans Jr

I became a criminal when few though I
My shot wounds, my birthmarks a thug and with the yanks
The quarters not working I question my in life
It must be to write, son I'm determined
I child of the ghetto a very young Sherman
not molding, the chosen upholding

Unwritten laws of those behind walls closed in, me rolling
But don't look at me differently on the strength I'm holding
is mega you never heard my chain got stolen
I pitch like Randy
Dudes needed work I like Magic Johnson

Before rap my name was ringing in the
We took the block and props of every gram
The rap game a change gon' come Sam Cook
And big didn't give the up and this means

His unwilling departure makes him king
Cormega, will forever still born in bedstuy, never ran will
My is very real a tri-beam couldn't measure my skill
Or meaning who wanna bring it, I'm right here