Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

Niggas been me out
I'm my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm a list
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm 'em hit
The ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
The game is off balance, I'm on my shit
The Bentley is dirty, my is dirty
But that's how I it, you all on my dick

1]
I'm all in my bag, hard as it get
I do not snort powder, I might a sip
I hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip
I ain't no pill, but you do as you wish
I roll with some fiends, I love 'em to
I got a few mil' but not all of rich
good is the bread if my niggas is broke?
What good is class if my niggas can't sit?
That's my next mission, why I can't quit
Just like LeBron, get my niggas chips
Just put the Rollie right back on my
This watch came from Drizzy, he me a gift
Back the rap game was prayin' I'd diss
They act like two legends cannot
But I'd never beef with a nigga for
If I smoke a rapper, it's be legit
It be for clout, it won't be for fame
It won't be 'cause my ain't sellin' the same
It won't be to sell you my latest sneakers
It won't be 'cause some nigga in my lane
grows, it's destined to change
I you lil' niggas, I'm glad that you came
I hope that you scrape every you can
I you know money won't erase the pain
To the OGs, I'm you now
Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the
I copied your cadence, I mirrored style
I studied the greats, I'm the right now
Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a
Now I ain't do no promo, still made all noise
This gon' be different, I set my intentions
I to slap all that hate out your voice

Niggas countin' me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm a list
I'm it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The real ones been dyin', the fake is lit
The game is off balance, I'm on my shit
The is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I like it, you all on my

I just poured in my cup
I've been somethin' I can feel
Promise I am lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you
Foot is on neck, I got 'em stuck
I'ma give 'em somethin' can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't a fuck
in your hand don't make you real

2]
I'm dead in the middle of two
I'm bro and big bro all at once
left the lab with young 21 Savage
I'm 'bout to go and Jigga for lunch
Had a long with the young nigga Kodak
Reminded me of young niggas 'Ville
out the projects, no fakin', just honest
I that he had more guidance, for real
Too many niggas in cycle of
they birthdays inside of a cell
We coming from a bloodline of trauma
We by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal
We hurting our sisters, the babies as
We killing our brothers, they the well
self image, we set up to fail
I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail,

I just somethin' in my cup
been wantin' somethin' I can feel
Promise I am never up
in your palm don't make you real
Foot is on they neck, I got 'em
I'ma 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't a fuck
Pistol in your don't make you real

Money in your palm make you real
Pistol in your hand don't you real
Money in your palm don't make you