Luyện nghe bài hát Introspective

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

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

I became a criminal when few I wasn't
My shot wounds, my a thug injustice and with the yanks
The quarters not working I question my purpose in
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 at me differently on the strength that I'm holding
This is mega you never my chain got stolen
I like Randy Johnson
Dudes work I assist like Magic Johnson

Before rap my was ringing in the projects
We took the block and props of gram cooked
The rap game a gon' come 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 is very real a tri-beam couldn't measure my skill
Or true who wanna bring it, I'm right here