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 both arms, rocks on charms
My Dominican chick like Scarface sister
Red and curly and she me up early

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

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

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

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

hate 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

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

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

Rob take they money, shoot straight 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 in Black Wall Street I trust
Black hoodies and black Asics standin' on the
Hustlers don't sleep, nigga, we work the grave
Fuck that long money, nigga, get paid quick and don't shit

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

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

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

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

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 will never be that of a hater
Lyrical rhyme wack niggas say your prayers

It's the return of Gandhi, 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 album sent you

I put down the mic when Rakim left Dre
No clean up hitter so I was stranded on second
I had to steal third, 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 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 of the track
No skies, just really black
We real down 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 down here, Lord, let us live
We comin' outta here, Lord, let us

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