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 a list
I'm checkin' it and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
The game is off balance, I'm back on my
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is
But that's how I like it, you all on my

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 poppin' no pill, but you do as you
I roll with fiends, I love 'em to death
I got a few mil' but not all of rich
good is the bread if my niggas is broke?
What good is first class if my niggas sit?
That's my mission, that's 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 for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be
It be for clout, it won't be for fame
It won't be 'cause my shit ain't sellin' the
It be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers
It won't be 'cause some nigga slid in my
grows, it's destined to change
I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad you came
I hope that you scrape every 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 style
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest now
Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a
Now I ain't do no promo, still made all that
This gon' be different, I set my intentions
I promise to slap all that hate out 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 twice and I'm 'em hit
The real ones dyin', the fake ones is lit
The is off balance, I'm back on my shit
The is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I it, you all on my dick

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

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

I poured somethin' in my cup
I've wantin' somethin' I can feel
I am never lettin' up
Money in palm don't make you real
Foot is on neck, I got 'em stuck
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 don't make you real
Pistol in your hand don't you real
in your palm don't make you real