Luyện nghe bài hát It Was Written [Explicit]

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

Everybody keep telling me "make a record"
You ain't trapping no more, stop making drug
You got a daughter bout to come, stop making thug
I brought that money back fast, I had the plug
Welcome to Harlem, el Barrio, that's the drug
Hit your bitch with my jeans on, ain't love naked
I got love for my loco but I cuz reckless
I ain't gotta in the projects, I did enough stressing
My father was a rolling stone but me one lesson
Do your dirt by yourself, your be the ones telling
I knew it broke my mother's heart to her son selling
I had in my dresser, trifling as ever
I had a dream Biggie me on Life After
I be with my niggas, I don't really like rappers
Niggas can't make a song for nothing but they actors
Go and get a movie role, low bagging up rolls, raw shit
I come a block where you seen it but never saw shit
I be at the bar, my wheat grass and bark shit
My younging came from up north, he want to park shit
Tryna him something bout life and how we started
Lower class poverty, homies from jail me
Playing the number but never hit the lottery
Liquor on every corner, might as well get drunk
I remember that free wasn't shooting, we would jump stones
Niggas the end of the blunt, traps load up
I papi I got him by the end of the month
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 Kennedy
Presidential called enterprise, I need rental
Tryna take a package down to North
Maybe buy Ferrigamo, I'm so focused on the commas

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

It's hard to stop already in motion
I ain't gotta hit blunt, I've already been smoking
G Star denims on my shit
In '08 my mental was really on murder shit
Cause was work enough
Just to pass the time started 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 nothing they say ever to me
Used to House Party, not kidding play listen to me
This that talk that make the hustlers to open shop
This stash house talk, don't let 'em know the spot
This that talk got my city wanting to rap again
This that all black like an African
This that middle of the in a trench coat
Glock 19 reminding them of how you been

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

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