Luyện nghe bài hát Introspective

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

I slung the E, my first heat with curiosity
Slept with it, rep with it, streets 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 wounds, my birthmarks a thug injustice 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 like a very young Sherman
Bread not molding, the chosen

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

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

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