Luyện nghe bài hát It Was Written [Explicit]

Six ways to die
(Took a lot to get Rollie nigga)
Six million to get rich
(Huh, hah)

Everybody telling me "make a club record"
You ain't trapping no more, stop making drug
You got a bout to come, stop making thug records
I brought that money back fast, I had the flexing
Welcome to Harlem, el Barrio, that's the section
Hit bitch with my jeans on, ain't making love naked
I got love for my but I know cuz reckless
I gotta sleep in the projects, I did enough stressing
My father was a rolling stone but me one lesson
Do your dirt by yourself, your friends be the telling
I knew it my mother's heart to know her son selling
I had coke in my dresser, as ever
I had a dream featured me on Life After
I be with my same niggas, I don't really like
Niggas can't make a song for but they nice actors
Go and get a movie role, low bagging up tuna rolls, raw
I come from a block where you seen it but never saw
I be at the juice bar, my wheat grass and bark
My younging just came up north, he want to park shit
teach him something bout life and how we started
Lower class poverty, from jail calling me
Playing the number everyday but never hit the
Liquor store on every corner, as well get drunk
I remember that free wasn't shooting, we would jump stones
Niggas like the end of the blunt, load up
I told papi I got him by the end of the
I was thinking bout 550's with the guts
These shots'll blow your mind away, now your memory
And memory of, I got a JF buzz
Presidential called enterprise, I need another
Tryna take a package down to Carolina
Maybe buy some Ferrigamo, I'm so focused on the

If you never been broke it's gon' be hard to me
Only Allah get my flow, it's gon' be to kill me
They say make perfect, we at it every day
Thinking about that consignment, sometimes I never
It was I'm gifted, homie come learn something
Conversations bout homie, let's burn something
It was written I'm gifted, homie come learn
bout paper homie, let's burn something

It's to stop what's already in motion
I ain't hit your blunt, I've already been smoking
G Star on my Shmurda shit
In '08 my mental was on some murder shit
nothing was work enough
Just to pass the started working out
Me and my nigga Jay Black way back
He a nigga, met him in Queens
crib, met up with fiends
Imagine Nas you, hell of a dream
pinch me
Promise they say ever getting to me
Used to House Party, not kidding play listen to me
This that talk that make the hustlers to open shop
that stash house talk, don't let 'em know the spot
This that talk got my city wanting to rap again
This that all black everything like an
This that middle of the summer in a trench
Glock 19 reminding them of how you broke

If you never been broke it's be hard to feel me
Allah get my flow, it's gon' be hard to kill me
They say make perfect, we at it every day
Thinking that consignment, sometimes I never paid
It was written I'm gifted, homie come something
Conversations bout paper homie, burn something
It was written I'm gifted, homie come something
Conversations bout paper homie, burn something

I talked my way up out the projects nigga
Put your to it, anything is possible haha
From a in the wall, yeah
Now we in the suite man
Top floor, flower for your nigga
Harlem,