Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Storch

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

'Cuz hustlers hit the when police change shifts
New York, California different toilet, same
In I rock Timberlands, still toast cinnamon
Been gangster way before he 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 Marvin Gaters

Lauren suit tape it up fly 'cause I'm papered up
Why these keep hatin' on my Phantom
I be out in Atlanta and body tappin' I'm probably
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 around 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 outta here, Lord, let us live

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

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

Rob niggas take they money, 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 niggas in Wall Street I trust
Black hoodies and Asics standin' on the pavement
Hustlers don't sleep, nigga, we work the grave
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 real down here, Lord, let us live
No playin' around here, Lord, let us

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

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

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

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 will never be that of a hater
Lyrical rhyme slayer wack niggas say your

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

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

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

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

hate my hood, just hate my shine
We out, we on our grind
We live down here, Lord, let us live
We comin' outta here, Lord, let us

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