Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Storch

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

hustlers hit the block when police change shifts
New York, California different toilet, same
In Brooklyn I Timberlands, still toast cinnamon
Been 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 superior to haters
You can catch me in the latest Marvin

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

My on the real 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lord that money don't matter
Lord knows that status is
Lord knows about the hood I 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 these mansions, Lord, let us
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
hate me, just let me ride
Lord, just give me

I don't hate 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
Lyrical slayer wack niggas say your prayers

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

I should've put down the mic Rakim left Dre
No up hitter so I was stranded 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 will come through the hood with the axe niggas
Like Snoop or Suge, I'm in the coupe I'm
make 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' around here, Lord, let us

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

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