Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Scott

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

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

Liquor in my system, voice raspy, who I like?
ask me that's my nigga we classy
Him and Jada, our style superior to haters
You can me in the latest Marvin Gaters

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

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

hate my hood, just 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 fuck want war with the gun store?
Gangsta rap is I live, just knock on the front door
Niggas more than Jackie Chan
What the fuck them 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, was the master plan
Duffel bag full of Grants and

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

Fuck niggas in Black Wall I trust
Black hoodies and black 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, really black
We live down here, Lord, let us live
No playin' around here, Lord, let us

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

Lord knows that money don't
Lord that status is badder
Lord knows about the 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 give me mansions, Lord, let us live
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
hate me, just let me ride
Lord, just me light

I hate Mobb Deep or MOP
That was a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a
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 face to me
Of all the shit I through, my physical presence
My pen too nice, my first album sent you

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

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

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

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

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