Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Storch

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

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

Liquor in my system, voice raspy, who I sound
Don't ask me that's my nigga we
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 these keep hatin' on my Phantom
I be out in Atlanta and tappin' I'm probably strapped
Toast it up,

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

Don't hate my hood, hate 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 want war with the human gun store?
Gangsta rap is where I live, knock on the front door
Niggas more than Jackie Chan
What the them faggots sayin'? Nothin'

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

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

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

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

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

Lord knows that don't matter
Lord knows that is badder
knows 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 hate me, let me ride
Lord, just me light

I hate Mobb Deep 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 slayer wack niggas say your prayers

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

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

I was warrior to you, bully ass niggas
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 down here, Lord, let us live
No playin' here, Lord, let us live

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

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