Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Scott

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

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

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

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

My hood's on the real dark 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 live down here, Lord, let us live
We comin' here, Lord, let us live

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

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

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

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

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

Don't 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

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

Now don't give me 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)
Don't hate me, let me ride
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 never be that of a hater
Lyrical rhyme slayer niggas say your prayers

the return of Gandhi, criminal 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 album sent you life

I should've put down the mic when left Dre
No up hitter so I was stranded on second base
I had to steal third, that's my word
There's some 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 fully axe
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, just black
We live real here, Lord, let us live
No around here, Lord, let us live

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

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