Luyện nghe bài hát LB Fam 4 Life

So mine motherfuckin' man's
Yo where my at?
All my niggas that that weed at
Yeah,

And through the and the rain
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 slummin'
For real, they better let us in
LB NYG in of green
started jackin' from the Knicks to the Lakers
Us young niggas on bikes, bouncin' wall downs
Burn the weed in the basement of your
Hookie parties was the

They taught us niggas how to finesse the fat and the chest
Now we into bags, dreams about Cadillacs and Jags
We ask the S girls, the sags, play cards for the
Hit the for the singles, by the new artist
Yo we knew who God is, yo we ran with the hardest
Tell your crew, there's no stoppin
We from the bottom to the top again
The hot shit, we 'em

And through the and the rain
We still together, a few changed
Through the stress and the
LB Fam for life

Let's take it back to '94, lifestyles of the we were doin' it
Made it to '97 on still persuadin'
The flows got harder, hit you "Love, Peace an' Happiness"
Now I can finally say my is feeling the happiness
Even we lost our brother through the storm and rain
Keepin' it to my hood, but now my hood is to blame
striving is the struggle, trying 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, all the stress that's left
you in the chorus, it's LB Fam to the death
Why not, J-Drama, now, Mike D now
two G you gonna see now
Two to three now, at the key now, D now
And at the top of the charts, is where we be now

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

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

party, park jam and when the rain and lights go out
We got the
Go home on the illa, Mikey whippin' 'cuz he illa
Move the bike, ya butt, baisley palm is familiar
Now you don't go to South zone after eleven
You might see the mack and feel the
Now you wanna catch the
Now the foes the

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

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