Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Scott

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck niggas in Black Street I trust
Black hoodies and black Asics 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 skies, just really 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 here, Lord, let us live
We comin' outta here, Lord, let us

Lord knows that money matter
Lord that status is badder
knows about the hood I live in
Keeps takin' but he's givin'

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

I don't Mobb Deep or MOP
was a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a maze
And my legacy will never be that of a
Lyrical rhyme slayer niggas say your prayers

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

I put down the mic when Rakim left Dre
No clean up hitter so I was on second base
I had to steal third, that's my word
There's Queens niggas try to put me back on the curb

I was ultimate to you, bully ass niggas
I will through the hood with the fully axe niggas
Like Snoop or Suge, I'm in the coupe I'm
Mothafuckas way

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

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

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