Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Storch

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

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

Liquor in my system, voice raspy, who I sound
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 suit tape it up fly 'cause I'm papered up
Why these niggas hatin' on my Phantom
I be out in Atlanta and body tappin' I'm probably
Toast it up,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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)
Don't hate me, just let me
Lord, just me light

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

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

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 my word
There's some Queens niggas try to put me on the curb

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

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

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

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