Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Toast

(talking)
I toast, on behalf of y'all
'Cause the more we get, the more we takin from other people
Brooklyn!

Here's a toast to all the dons, fiends and hoes
Long cons, diamond rings and the kings blow
To all the killas and the hustlas, some some low
What the deal daddy, all good, get that dough
'Cause a y'all, I praise clothes, and cars
Paid dues, been schooled but can't the scars
Boxed in, my life now, part of the game
On the streets the hustlas who hustle the same
of vein, let's toast to all the guns and the gangs
All the wheelchair and the one's with the cains
I'm numb to the pain, it's realness that through the vein
Becomin sane, so many throwin in the game
So let us to the ones in memory of
All the ??? jams we remember we
We remember we thugs, ???, Crips and
Kings, Five Percenters, thieves and pimps because
Whatever makes the world go 'round, we
And we'll react as world go 'round, we lounge
So raise cups to the real dogs that raised the pups
And all the young chicks finally at age to fuck
The cuts, gun wounds that laid us up
From the beef and all the streetsweaps made us rough
Made suck, some wasn't made to trust
So I to the east coast, the stage is us
Throw it up for the that could, hold it up
Fold it up, if it's money, slow it up
The streets need it, it's gangsta when the get pleaded
Sleep, eat and it, it's the life, love it or leave it

(Chorus) 2x
To the playas and the hustlas, and kings
Rich sittin on mils with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the hoes, let's raise a toast
love, who could take paper the most

So from the streets where the hustlin us to life
the beef and all the scufflin that tought us to fight
The bikes, police gun wars in the night
The in the night, fiends up four in the night
Gave us new style, but just became too foul
Now it's two-thou', year
So I toast to the live that know they
Cookin bag they own work and they coke
they smoke, the underworld that know they loc
It's the life you catch strikes and hold no notes
Nothin to for some that's all out for game
Fued in school, show us all out in
chips niggas get, out comes the chain
That's it, soon his be, out the game
the life, it's like dice, some win, some lose
We pay the but it's the life that the real ones choose

(Chorus) 4x