Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

Niggas been me out
I'm my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a
I'm it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The ones been 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, hard as it get
I do not snort powder, I might 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 good is the bread if my is broke?
What is first class if my niggas can't sit?
That's my next mission, that's why I can't
Just like LeBron, get my niggas more
Just put the Rollie right back on my
This watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a
Back when the rap game was I'd diss
act like two legends 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 be for fame
It won't be 'cause my shit sellin' the same
It won't be to sell you my lil' sneakers
It won't be 'cause some nigga in my lane
Everything grows, destined to change
I love you lil' niggas, I'm that you came
I hope that you scrape every you can
I you know 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 mirrored your
I the greats, I'm the greatest right now
if you feel me, you ain't got a choice
Now I ain't do no promo, still made all noise
shit gon' be different, I set my intentions
I promise to slap all that out your voice

Niggas countin' me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm 'em hit
The real ones been dyin', the 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 somethin' in my cup
been wantin' 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
I'ma give 'em somethin' 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 middle of two
I'm little bro and big bro all at
Just left the lab with young 21
I'm 'bout to go and Jigga for lunch
Had a long talk with the young Kodak
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 cycle of
Spending birthdays inside of a cell
We from a long bloodline of trauma
We by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal
We hurting our sisters, the babies as
We killing our brothers, they the well
Distorted image, we set up to fail
make sure that the real gon' prevail, nigga

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

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