Luyện nghe bài hát LB Fam 4 Life

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

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

Since '86, man we had the streets
Makin power and still slummin'
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 of your parents
parties was the best

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

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

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

LB Fam, JnJ and Queens son
NY City slum, got me close to my gun
Protectin' my chest, relievin' all the that's 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 together, a few things changed
Through the stress and the
It's LB Fam for

To all my go hearts, in mellow and live in the ghetto
From Lindon to Bellow, and in Trestle
Hearin this fellow, affelious mellow to ignorant echo gun shots
Plenty of fenny, each spillin' more henny and mary
Shout out five shuckin' in the rock, to one twenty
Yea the whole city, I got the ghetto in me
Livin' this movie script life style I 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, whippin' 'cuz he illa
the bike, kill ya butt, baisley palm is familiar
Now you don't wanna go to South zone eleven
You might see the mack and feel the
Now you wanna the Soprano
Now the the bitch

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

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