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 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 is dirty
But that's how I like it, you all on my

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

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

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

2]
I'm dead in the middle of two
I'm bro and big bro all at once
Just left the lab with young 21
I'm 'bout to go and meet for lunch
Had a long talk the young nigga Kodak
me of young niggas from 'Ville
Straight out the projects, no fakin', just
I that he had more guidance, for real
Too many niggas in of jail
Spending they birthdays of a cell
We coming from a long bloodline of
We raised by our mamas, we gotta heal
We our sisters, the babies as well
We killing our brothers, they poisoned the
Distorted self image, we set up to
I'ma sure that the real gon' prevail, nigga

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

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