Luyện nghe bài hát LB Fam 4 Life

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

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

Since '86, man we had the streets
power moves and still slummin'
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' downs
Burn the weed in the basement of your
parties was the best

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, cards for the mingles
Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new
Yo we never knew who God is, yo we ran with the
your crew, there's no stoppin them
We from the bottom to the top again
The hot shit, we 'em

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

Let's take it back to '94, lifestyles of the rich we were it
Made it to '97 on singles still
The got harder, hit you with "Love, Peace an' Happiness"
Now I can say my family is feeling the happiness
though we lost our brother through the storm and rain
Keepin' it real to my hood, but now my is to blame
Still 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 slum, got me real close to my gun
Protectin' my chest, relievin' all the stress left
Told you in the chorus, 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 where we be now

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

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

Block party, park jam and the rain and lights go out
We got the
Go home on the three illa, Mikey whippin' 'cuz he
Move the bike, ya butt, baisley palm is familiar
Now you wanna go to South zone after eleven
You might see the mack and feel the
Now you wanna the Soprano
Now the foes the

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

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