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

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

Liquor in my system, raspy, who I sound like?
ask me that's my nigga we classy
Him and Montega Jada, our style superior to
You can catch me in the latest Gaters

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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' here, Lord, let us live

Don't 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

Lord knows that money don't
Lord that status is badder
Lord knows the hood 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)
Don't give me mansions, Lord, let us live
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Don't hate me, let me ride
Lord, give me light

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

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

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

I was ultimate to you, bully ass niggas
I will come the hood with the fully axe niggas
Like or Suge, I'm in the coupe I'm good
make way

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

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

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