Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Storch

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

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

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

Lauren suit 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 dark of the track
No sunny skies, just black
We live down here, Lord, let us live
No playin' here, Lord, let us live

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now give me these 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)
Don't me, just let me ride
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 never be that of a hater
rhyme slayer wack niggas say your prayers

It's the return of Gandhi, criminal minded city 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 Rakim left Dre
No clean up so I was stranded on second base
I had to steal third, that's my word
There's some Queens niggas try to put me 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 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 around here, Lord, let us live

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

Is that Michelle
Black Wall, Coollie High, Scott Storch, ride
O eight to infinity, California, New York,
Storch, Scott Storch
Scott Storch, Storch, Scott Storch