Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

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 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 might hit the blunt, but I'm liable to
I ain't no pill, but you do as you wish
I with some fiends, I love 'em to death
I got a few mil' but not all of them
What good is the bread if my is broke?
What good is class if my niggas can't sit?
my next mission, that's why I can't quit
Just like LeBron, get my niggas more
Just put the right back on my wrist
watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift
Back when the rap was prayin' I'd diss
They act like two cannot coexist
But I'd never beef a nigga for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper, it's be legit
It won't be for clout, it won't be for
It won't be 'cause my shit ain't the same
It be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers
It won't be some nigga slid in my lane
Everything grows, it's destined to
I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad that you
I hope that you every dollar you can
I hope you 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 your style
I the greats, I'm the greatest right now
Fuck if you feel me, you got a choice
Now I do no promo, still made all that noise
This shit gon' be different, I set my
I promise to slap all that hate out voice

Niggas been me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm my clips
I'm writin' names, I'm makin' a list
I'm checkin' it and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The real ones been dyin', the ones is lit
The game is off balance, I'm back on my
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
Foot is on they neck, I got 'em
I'ma 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't the squad, don't give a fuck
Pistol in your hand don't make you

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

I poured somethin' in my cup
I've been somethin' I can feel
I am never lettin' up
Money in your palm make 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 hand don't make you real

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