Luyện nghe bài hát It Was Written [Explicit]

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

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

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 practice make perfect, we at it day
Thinking about that consignment, sometimes I never
It was I'm gifted, homie come learn something
bout paper homie, let's burn something
It was written I'm gifted, homie learn something
Conversations bout paper homie, burn something

It's to stop what's already in motion
I ain't gotta hit blunt, I've already been smoking
G denims on my Shmurda shit
In '08 my mental was really on some murder
Cause nothing was work
Just to pass the time started out
Me and my nigga Jay from way back
He a Bronx nigga, met him in
Butch crib, met up fiends
Nas signed you, hell of a dream
Somebody me
Promise nothing they say ever to me
Used to watch House Party, not kidding play to me
This that talk that make the hustlers want to open
This that stash talk, don't let 'em know the spot
This that talk that got my city to rap again
This that all everything like an African
This that middle of the summer in a coat
Glock 19 reminding of how you been broke

If you never been it's gon' be hard to feel me
Only Allah get my flow, it's be hard to kill me
They say practice perfect, we at it every day
Thinking about that consignment, I never paid
It was I'm gifted, homie come learn something
Conversations bout paper homie, burn something
It was I'm gifted, homie come learn something
Conversations bout paper homie, let's 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 presidential man
Top floor, flower for bust nigga
Harlem,