Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

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 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

1]
I'm all in my bag, hard as it get
I do not powder, I might take a sip
I might hit the blunt, but I'm to trip
I ain't poppin' no pill, but you do as you
I roll with some fiends, I love 'em to
I got a few mil' but not all of rich
What good is the if my niggas is broke?
good is first class if my niggas can't sit?
That's my next mission, why I can't quit
Just like LeBron, get my niggas more
Just put the right back on my wrist
This watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a
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 smoke a rapper, gon' be legit
It won't be for clout, it won't be for
It won't be 'cause my shit sellin' the same
It won't be to sell you my latest lil'
It be 'cause some nigga slid in my lane
Everything grows, it's to change
I you lil' niggas, I'm glad that you came
I hope you scrape 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 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, made all that noise
This shit gon' be different, I set my
I promise to slap all that hate out voice

Niggas countin' me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my
I'm writin' down names, I'm a list
I'm checkin' it and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The real ones been dyin', the 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 somethin' I can feel
Promise I am never 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 don't make 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 meet for lunch
Had a long with the young nigga Kodak
me of young niggas from 'Ville
Straight out the projects, no fakin', just
I wish he had more guidance, for real
Too niggas in cycle of jail
they birthdays inside of a cell
We coming from a long bloodline of
We raised by our mamas, Lord we heal
We hurting our sisters, the as well
We killing our brothers, they poisoned the
Distorted self image, we set up to
I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail,

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

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