Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Scott

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

hustlers hit the block when police change shifts
New York, California toilet, same shit
In Brooklyn I rock Timberlands, still toast
gangster way before he dropped many men

Liquor in my system, voice raspy, who I sound
Don't ask me that's my we classy
Him and Montega Jada, our superior to haters
You can catch me in the latest Marvin

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

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

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

When I 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 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 pitchin' and who up

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

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

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

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

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 give me

I don't 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 of a hater
Lyrical rhyme slayer wack say your prayers

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

I should've put down the mic Rakim left Dre
No clean up hitter so I was on second base
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 come through the hood with the fully axe niggas
Like Snoop or Suge, I'm in the coupe I'm
Mothafuckas way

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 comin' here, Lord, let us live

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