Luyện nghe bài hát Introspective

I killed her with the realness now I'm bringing her
Prestige is an illusion people tend to lose
I will always be cory, youngest child of
My brown eyes mirrors the pure

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

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

Unwritten of those behind walls closed in, picture me rolling
But don't look at me on the strength that I'm holding
This is mega you heard my chain got stolen
I pitch like Randy
Dudes needed work I assist like Johnson

rap my name was ringing in the projects
We took the block and props of every cooked
The rap game a change gon' like Sam Cook
And big didn't the crown up and this means

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