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 keep me "make a club record"
You ain't trapping no more, making drug records
You got a daughter bout to come, stop making thug
I brought money back fast, I had the plug flexing
to Harlem, el Barrio, that's the drug section
Hit your bitch with my jeans on, ain't making naked
I got for my loco but I know cuz reckless
I ain't sleep in the projects, I did enough stressing
My father was a rolling stone but me one lesson
Do your by yourself, your friends be the ones telling
I it broke my mother's heart to know her son selling
I had in my dresser, trifling as ever
I had a dream Biggie featured me on After
I be with my same niggas, I don't really like
Niggas make a song for nothing but they nice actors
Go and get a movie role, low up tuna rolls, raw shit
I come from a block you seen it but never saw shit
I be at the juice bar, my grass and bark shit
My younging just came from up north, he to park shit
Tryna teach him something bout life and how we
class poverty, homies from jail calling me
Playing the number but never hit the lottery
Liquor on every corner, might as well get drunk
I remember that free lunch wasn't shooting, we would stones
Niggas like the end of the blunt, traps up
I told I got him by the end of the month
I was thinking bout 550's the cinnamon guts
These blow your mind away, now your memory dust
And memory of, I got a JF buzz
called enterprise, I need another rental
Tryna take a package down to Carolina
buy some Ferrigamo, I'm so focused on the commas

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

It's to stop what's already in motion
I ain't gotta hit your blunt, already been smoking
G denims on my Shmurda shit
In '08 my mental was on some murder shit
Cause was work enough
Just to pass the started working out
Me and my Jay Black from way back
He a Bronx nigga, met him in
Butch crib, met up with
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 want to open shop
This that stash talk, don't let 'em know the spot
that talk that 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 it's gon' be hard to feel me
Only 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, come learn something
Conversations bout paper homie, burn something
It was written I'm gifted, homie come learn
Conversations bout paper homie, let's something

I my way right up out the projects 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,