Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Scott

Yo, I'm hopin' out a with a' iced out medallion
Stallions on both arms, on both charms
My Dominican chick lookin' like Scarface
Red and curly and she me up early

'Cuz hustlers hit the block police change shifts
New York, California different toilet, shit
In Brooklyn I rock Timberlands, still toast
Been way before he dropped many men

Liquor in my system, raspy, who I sound like?
Don't ask me that's my nigga we
Him and Montega Jada, our style superior to
You can catch me in the Marvin Gaters

Ralph Lauren suit tape it up fly 'cause I'm up
Why these keep hatin' on my Phantom
I be out in Atlanta and body tappin' I'm strapped
Toast it up,

My on the real dark side of the track
No sunny skies, just really
We live real here, Lord, let us live
No playin' around here, Lord, let us

Don't hate my hood, just my shine
We comin' out, we on our
We live real here, Lord, let us live
We comin' outta here, Lord, let us

Now who the fuck want war with the human gun
Gangsta rap is where I live, just on the front door
Niggas stunt more than Chan
What the fuck them faggots Nothin'

I walk in the club with the gat in hand
Take 'em back to ninety four, shootin' out a van
Bangin' was the blueprint, was the master plan
Duffel bag full of and Franklins

Rob niggas take they money, shoot to the bank then
to the barbershop to get chopped up
Hearin' war stories who and who locked up
Who snitchin', who and who knocked up

Fuck niggas in Wall Street I trust
Black and black Asics standin' on the pavement
Hustlers sleep, nigga, we work the grave shift
that long money, nigga, get paid quick and don't save shit

My hood's on the real side of the track
No sunny skies, really black
We live real here, Lord, let us live
No around here, Lord, let us live

hate my hood, just hate my shine
We comin' out, we on our
We live real here, Lord, let us live
We comin' here, Lord, let us live

knows that money don't matter
Lord knows that status is
Lord knows the hood I live in
Keeps takin' away but he's

Now give me these cars, Lord, let us live
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Don't give me mansions, Lord, let us live
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Don't hate me, just let me
Lord, give me light

I don't hate Deep or MOP
That was a phase I was caught up in the like a rat in a maze
And my legacy never be that of a hater
Lyrical rhyme wack niggas say your prayers

It's the return of Gandhi, criminal city behind me
Put it on my face to me
Of all the shit I been through, my physical
My pen too nice, my album sent you life

I should've put the mic when Rakim left Dre
No clean up hitter so I was stranded on base
I had to steal third, motherfucker that's my
some Queens niggas try to put me back on the curb

I was warrior to you, bully ass niggas
I will come through the hood with the fully axe
Like or Suge, I'm in the coupe I'm good
make way

My hood's on the real dark side of the
No sunny skies, just black
We live real down here, Lord, let us
No around here, Lord, let us live

Don't hate my hood, hate my shine
We out, we on our grind
We live real down here, Lord, let us
We outta here, Lord, let us live

Is that Michelle
Black Wall, Coollie High, Scott Storch, ride
O eight to infinity, California, New York,
Scott Storch, Storch
Scott Storch, Storch, Scott Storch