Luyện nghe bài hát LB Fam 4 Life

So mine motherfuckin' baby
Yo my team at?
All my niggas that smoke weed at
Yeah,

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

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

They taught us niggas how to finesse the fat fatty and the
Now we into nickel bags, about Cadillacs and Jags
We ask the S girls, the sags, play 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 your crew, there's no stoppin
We risin the bottom to the top again
The hot shit, we 'em

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

Let's take it to '94, lifestyles of the rich we were doin' it
it to '97 on singles still persuadin'
The got harder, hit you with "Love, Peace an' Happiness"
Now I can say my family is feeling the happiness
Even though we lost our brother 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 Queens, South Jamaica, any street that I walk

LB Fam, JnJ and Queens son
NY City slum, got me close to my gun
Protectin' my chest, relievin' all the stress left
Told you in the chorus, it's LB Fam to the
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 we gonna be now

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

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

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

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

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