Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Scott

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

'Cuz hustlers hit the block when police shifts
New York, California different toilet, same
In I rock Timberlands, still toast 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 superior to haters
You can catch me in the Marvin 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 tappin' I'm probably
Toast it up,

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

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

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

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 plan
Duffel bag full of Grants and

Rob niggas they money, shoot straight to the bank then
Head to the to get chopped up
war stories who dead and who locked up
Who snitchin', who pitchin' and who up

Fuck niggas in Black Street I trust
hoodies and black 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 side of the track
No sunny skies, just really
We real down here, Lord, let us live
No around here, Lord, let us live

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

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

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

I don't hate Mobb or MOP
That was a phase I was caught up in the like a rat in a maze
And my legacy will never be of a hater
Lyrical rhyme wack niggas say your prayers

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

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, that's my word
There's Queens niggas try to put me back on the curb

I was ultimate warrior to you, ass niggas
I will come through the 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 side of the
No sunny skies, just 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 out, we on our grind
We live real here, Lord, let us live
We outta here, Lord, let us live

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