Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Storch

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

'Cuz hustlers hit the block when police shifts
New York, different toilet, same shit
In I rock 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 Jada, our style superior to haters
You can catch me in the latest Gaters

Ralph suit tape it up fly 'cause I'm papered up
Why these niggas keep on my Phantom
I be out in Atlanta and body I'm probably strapped
it up, niggas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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