Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Storch

Yo, I'm out a Phantom with a' iced out medallion
Stallions on arms, rocks on both charms
My Dominican lookin' like Scarface sister
Red and curly and she wake me up

'Cuz hustlers hit the block when change shifts
New York, California different toilet, same
In Brooklyn I Timberlands, still toast cinnamon
Been gangster way before he many men

Liquor in my system, voice raspy, who I sound
ask me that's my nigga we classy
Him and Montega Jada, our style superior to
You can catch me in the latest Marvin

Ralph Lauren suit tape it up fly I'm papered up
Why these niggas 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, really black
We live real down here, Lord, let us
No playin' around here, Lord, let us

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

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

When I walk in the club the gat in hand
'em back to ninety four, shootin' out a Astro van
Bangin' was the blueprint, money was the 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 pitchin' and who up

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

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

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

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

Now don't 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)
hate me, just let me ride
Lord, give me light

I hate Mobb Deep or MOP
That was a phase I was up in the beef like a rat in a maze
And my legacy will never be that of a
Lyrical rhyme slayer wack niggas say prayers

the return of Gandhi, criminal minded city behind me
Put it on my face to me
Of all the shit I through, my physical presence
My pen too nice, my first album you life

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

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

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

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

Is Michelle Chrisette?
Black Wall, Coollie High, Scott Storch, let's
O to infinity, California, New York, shit
Scott Storch, Scott
Scott Storch, Scott Storch, Scott