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 chick lookin' like Scarface sister
Red and curly and she wake me up

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rob take 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 and who knocked up

Fuck niggas in Wall Street I trust
Black hoodies and black Asics on the pavement
Hustlers don't sleep, nigga, we the grave shift
Fuck 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' here, Lord, let us live

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

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

Now give 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)
Don't hate me, just let me
Lord, just give me

I don't hate Mobb 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 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 through, my physical presence
My pen too nice, my first album you life

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

I was ultimate warrior to you, bully ass
I will come through the hood with the fully axe
Snoop or Suge, I'm in the coupe I'm good
Mothafuckas way

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

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

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, Scott