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 both
My chick lookin' like Scarface sister
Red and curly and she wake me up

'Cuz hustlers hit the block when police shifts
New York, California different toilet, same
In Brooklyn I rock Timberlands, still cinnamon
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 superior to haters
You can catch me in the Marvin Gaters

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

My on the real dark side of the track
No sunny skies, just really
We live real down here, Lord, let us
No around 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 outta here, Lord, let us live

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

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

Rob niggas take they money, straight to the bank then
Head to the 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 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 don't save

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

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

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

Now don't give me cars, Lord, let us live
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
give me these mansions, Lord, let us live
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Don't me, just let me ride
Lord, give me light

I hate Mobb Deep or MOP
That was a I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a maze
And my legacy will never be that of a
rhyme slayer 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 I been 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, motherfucker that's my
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 hood the fully axe niggas
Snoop or Suge, I'm in the coupe I'm good
Mothafuckas way

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

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