Luyện nghe bài hát Made It from Nothing

I know you thought I shine like this
They I took my time with the shit
Diamonds on my neck, I blind with the wrist
Hey, it good when you make it from nothing
I grind this
So I can shine this
Them diamonds on my
It good when you make it from nothing

Uh, North in my bloodstream, nigga
South Philly from my dad genes,
I can wear my dad
Bought my mom and sister a new crib that cash came
Nigga, put some respect up on my name
No better than seeing my cousin serve his last fiend
No feelin' seein' lil Papi talkin French to me
All this money, these pussies never get to me
Why you think you hear 'bout what they did to me?
Hunnid bands, quarter milli, talking big
I'm what you did and nobody shit, homie
Cause we give a fuck about your big homie
Fuck it, posted in the jungle with a
How can they me to a rapper?
Did it for 'cause he had to
broke, their opinions never mattered
'em!

Damn, it feels from way up here
Damn, it feels good,
Yeah, from way up

I know you thought I wouldn't shine like
They know I my time with the shit
Diamonds on my neck, I'm with the wrist
Hey, it good when you make it from nothin'
I grind this
So I can like this
Them on my wrist
It feels good when you make it nothin'

Dreamchasers, accomplishments are
Big fish, fish
I need a prayer before we do the toast
My circle competitive, let's see who move the
I gave my game before they do the roast
Now let's talk about numbers, I really do 'em
I still got two uncles who still be doing dope
One of them used to run a fluky stokes
So new faces sometimes I do get ghosts
Still one call away from who really knew me most
Staying in my out of the uzi smoke
You beating cases based on who you know
Public defender him a funeral
Juvenile to Rikers, he never knew the rules
Sess and religions, he know who to choose
Let's bow our over these Ramen noodles
God is the greatest and I pray for
Still rolling up that leaf, Mr. Ali, I salute you

Damn, it good from way up here
Damn, it feels good,
Yeah, way up here

I just want the money, baby, yeah yeah, hey
What want from me, baby? Yeah yeah yeah, whoa
And we still want it,
is coming, we still run dough
Niggas run up but we lay low
Niggas kept it real so we lay low, never lay low
Run the money, going way up
Money on the go way up
The doors on the go way up
It's so to hate us
Niggas in the club spilling of Spades
on the bub' and they love a check
Niggas somewhere, I'ma make it
If you ain't got my money, take that
They probably thought a nigga wouldn't shine like
Got deals so I signed this
Diamonds on my neck, I blind with the wrist
Hey,
I'ma my mind on you
You how we do
I'm lobster on a plate now