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 arms, rocks on both charms
My Dominican chick like Scarface sister
Red and and she wake me up early

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

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

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

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

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
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 and Franklins

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

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

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

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

Lord knows that money matter
Lord knows that is badder
Lord knows the hood I live in
Keeps away but he's givin'

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)
Don't hate me, just let me
Lord, give me light

I don't hate Mobb or MOP
That was a phase I was caught up in the like a rat in a maze
And my legacy will never be of a hater
Lyrical rhyme wack niggas say your prayers

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

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

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

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

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

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