Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Scott

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

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

Liquor in my system, voice raspy, who I sound
Don't ask me my nigga we classy
Him and Montega Jada, our superior to haters
You can catch me in the latest Marvin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lord that money don't matter
Lord knows that is badder
Lord knows the hood I live in
Keeps takin' but he's givin'

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

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

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

I should've put the mic when Rakim left Dre
No clean up hitter so I was stranded on second
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, ass niggas
I will come through the hood with the axe niggas
Like Snoop or Suge, I'm in the coupe I'm
Mothafuckas way

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

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

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