Luyện nghe bài hát Introspective

I killed her the realness now I'm bringing her life
Prestige is an illusion people tend to sight
I will be cory, youngest child of Dorothy
My brown eyes the pure ferocity

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

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

Unwritten laws of behind walls closed in, picture me rolling
But look at me differently on the strength that I'm holding
This is mega you heard my chain got stolen
I pitch like Randy
Dudes needed I assist like Magic Johnson

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

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