Luyện nghe bài hát LB Fam 4 Life

So motherfuckin' man's baby
Yo my team at?
All my niggas that that weed at
Yeah,

And through the storm and the
We together, a few things changed
Through the and the strife
It's LB Fam for

Since '86, man we had the hummin'
Makin power moves and still
For real, better let us come in
LB NYG in front of
Niggas jackin' from the Knicks to the Lakers
Us young niggas on mountain bikes, bouncin' wall
Burn the in the basement of your parents
parties was the best

They taught us niggas how to finesse the fat and the chest
Now we nickel bags, dreams about Cadillacs and Jags
We ask the S girls, the sags, cards for the mingles
Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new
Yo we never who God is, yo we ran with the hardest
Tell crew, there's no stoppin them
We risin from the to the top again
The hot shit, we 'em

And the storm and the rain
We together, a few things changed
the stress and the strife
It's LB Fam for

take it back to '94, lifestyles of the rich we were doin' it
Made it to '97 on still persuadin'
The flows got harder, hit you with "Love, an' Happiness"
Now I can finally say my family is feeling the
Even though we our brother through the storm and rain
Keepin' it real to my hood, but now my is to blame
Still striving is the struggle, to hustle New York
I'm from Queens, South Jamaica, any street that I

LB Fam, JnJ and Most son
NY City slum, got me close to my gun
Protectin' my chest, relievin' all the stress left
you in the chorus, it's LB Fam to the death
Why not, J-Drama, now, Mike D now
Year two G you see now
Two to three now, at the key now, D now
And at the top of the charts, is we gonna be now

And the storm and the rain
We still together, a few changed
Through the and the strife
It's LB Fam for

To all my go hearts, livin in and live in the ghetto
From Lindon to Bellow, and in Trestle
Hearin this fellow, affelious mellow to ignorant echo gun shots
of fenny, each year spillin' more henny and mary
Shout out five shuckin' in the rock, back to one
Yea the south city, I got the ghetto in me
Livin' this script life style I aint winnin', hear me
no way outta hood, but can't shoot like Penny

Block party, park jam and when the rain and go out
We got the
Go home on the three illa, Mikey whippin' 'cuz he
Move the bike, kill ya butt, palm is familiar
Now you don't wanna go to South after eleven
You might see the mack and the eleven
Now you wanna the Soprano
Now the the bitch

And through the storm and the
We still together, a few things
Through the stress and the
It's LB Fam for

And through the storm and the
We still together, a few things
Through the and the strife
It's LB Fam for