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

Let me die just to see my name on the
fall, gotta make due
Yea I signed my deal, wasn't no mill
Barely had a dollar to my name and I was by day two
Doing all types of songs, they were jammin, get me wrong
But my was like "J this ain't you"
Now I'm the take a trip to [?]
Cause eating off the in my grandma's kitchen wouldn't do
I'm in the studio
All night mixing from
Making beats, at the getting less than the crack my nigga servin'
"Where did I go wrong?"
Never should have quit
I'd probably more money flipping burgers
Than verses for niggas serving chicken for skrilla
To buy some for change
But on the I'm hurting inside, tucking my pride
I'm ahead of the game, shit
I wrote my best songs on the grey of the A
Bitch I I ate a sandwich a day
I'm talking with the junkies at the race track
Pedaling CD's that most niggas ain't
it for free, cause most niggas ain't 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 re-up on a
Down to fuck with money but I'm to 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 gone
Take a slow sip, pretend that I'm on
With these 'sace shades, 50 soakin wet, with the heart of a lion but my pockets of a wretch
And before your favorite rapper said he was a vet
I didn't have muscle to
I stretch to the finish line
While you was breakfast it was dinner time
For a pro nigga go
nigga face but the soul of a old nigga
Grew up to be just my pops and it shows, nigga
Rap [?]
But there was a whole lot of "Who the fuck is this?"
A whole lot of cursing: "Who the is KRIT?"
Another acronym don't stand for shit
And it comes to names that's as bad as it gets
forward ten years, now who don't know KRIT?
Two albums on the shelf, I beat the 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 my eyes and it's all a dream
And I'm backin that telly on Luther King
Tryna a difference
Caught up in my feelings, lord why they won't
Riding my partner and he riding dirty
I'm scared, cause I know he ain't gonna take his charge
He ain't prepared, and he'll to face that
And I needed another ride to the race track
I'm so thankful that them laws never us over
God took the wheel, cause one of us was sober
Downing after bottle just to make it better
I survived the worst of it, now it's KRIT