Luyện nghe bài hát Introspective

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

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

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

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

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

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