Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Scott

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

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

Liquor in my system, raspy, who I sound like?
Don't ask me that's my 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 niggas keep hatin' on my Phantom
I be out in Atlanta and body I'm probably strapped
Toast it up,

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

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

Now who the fuck want war the human gun store?
Gangsta rap is where I live, just on the front door
Niggas more than Jackie Chan
What the 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, was the master plan
Duffel bag full of and Franklins

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

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

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

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

Lord 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 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)
hate me, just let me ride
Lord, just give me

I hate Mobb Deep or MOP
That was a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a
And my legacy will be that of a hater
Lyrical slayer wack niggas say your prayers

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

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

I was ultimate warrior to you, 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 dark 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 out, we on our grind
We real down here, Lord, let us live
We comin' outta here, Lord, let us

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