Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

Niggas been me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a
I'm checkin' it 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 Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is
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 take 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
What is the bread if my niggas is broke?
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 right back on my wrist
This watch came from Drizzy, he me a gift
Back the rap game was prayin' I'd diss
They act two legends cannot coexist
But I'd never beef with a nigga for
If I a rapper, it's gon' 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 some nigga slid in my lane
Everything grows, it's to change
I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad you came
I that you scrape every dollar you can
I you know money won't erase the pain
To the OGs, I'm you now
Was watchin' you you was pavin' the ground
I copied your cadence, I your style
I the greats, I'm the greatest right now
Fuck if you me, you ain't got a choice
Now I ain't do no promo, still all that noise
This gon' be different, I set my intentions
I promise to slap all that hate out your

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

I poured somethin' in my cup
I've been 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 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, give a fuck
Pistol in your hand don't you real

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

I just poured in my cup
I've wantin' somethin' I can feel
Promise I am never up
Money in your palm make you real
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
Pistol in your hand make you real

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