Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

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

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

Niggas countin' me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a
I'm it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The real ones dyin', the fake ones 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 poured somethin' in my cup
I've wantin' somethin' I can feel
Promise I am lettin' up
Money in your palm don't you real
is on they neck, I got 'em stuck
I'ma give 'em somethin' can feel
If it 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck
Pistol in your hand don't you real

2]
I'm in the middle of two generations
I'm little bro and big bro all at
Just left the lab young 21 Savage
I'm 'bout to go and meet for lunch
Had a long talk the young nigga Kodak
Reminded me of niggas from 'Ville
Straight out the projects, no fakin', honest
I that he had more guidance, for real
Too many niggas in cycle of
Spending they inside of a cell
We from a long bloodline of trauma
We raised by our mamas, we gotta heal
We hurting our sisters, the as well
We our brothers, they poisoned the well
Distorted image, we set up to fail
I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail,

I poured somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' I can feel
I am never lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you
Foot is on they neck, I got 'em
I'ma 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a
in your hand don't make you real

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