Luyện nghe bài hát K.R.I.T. 4eva (Chapter One)

Let me die just to see my on the wall
Never fall, make due
Yea I my first deal, wasn't no mill
Barely had a dollar to my and I was broke by day two
Doing all types of songs, they were jammin, don't get me
But my pops was "J this ain't you"
Now I'm the 'sip take a to [?]
Cause eating off the in my grandma's kitchen wouldn't do
I'm in the studio
All mixing from scratch
Making beats, at the getting less than the crack my nigga servin'
"Where did I go wrong?"
Never should quit school
I'd make more money flipping burgers
Than kicking verses for serving chicken for skrilla
To buy bottles for change
But on the while I'm hurting inside, tucking my
Knowing I'm of the game, shit
I wrote my songs on the grey hound of the A
Bitch I swear I ate a a day
I'm talking shit with the junkies at the race
CD's that most niggas ain't played
Gave it for free, cause most niggas paid
I gotta get heard, a hit of that herb
I'm high as fuck, myself
What good is a win if I a loss?
no answer
Blow the on a dancer
to fuck with money but I'm to scared to chance her
Hit the DJ booth to get my songs
Talking "Just Down" but my flight got cancelled
With a bottle in my hand, it's pretty much
Take a slow sip, tryna that I'm on
With these 'sace shades, buck 50 soakin wet, with the heart of a lion but my pockets of a
And before your favorite rapper said he was a vet
I have muscle to pull
I stretch to the finish line
While you was eating breakfast it was dinner
For a pro nigga go
Young nigga but the soul of a old nigga
Grew up to be just like my pops and it shows,
Rap [?]
But then there was a whole lot of "Who the is this?"
A lot of cursing: "Who the fuck is KRIT?"
acronym that don't stand for shit
And it comes to names that's as bad as it gets
Fast ten years, now who don't know KRIT?
Two albums on the shelf, I the sophomore jinx
I lost a few friends over ends, we speak
I'm thinking this must be what God want for me
Top reminiscing, lord I can't sleep
Like, what happens if I close my and it's all a dream
And I'm backin that telly on Martin King
Tryna a difference
Caught up in my feelings, lord why won't listen?
Riding with my and he riding dirty
I'm kinda scared, cause I know he gonna take his charge
He ain't prepared, and he'll have to that
And I just needed another ride to the race
I'm so thankful that them laws pulled us over
God took the wheel, cause one of us was sober
Downing after bottle just to make it better
I survived the of it, now it's KRIT 4eva