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 makin' a
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm 'em hit
The real ones been dyin', the ones is lit
The game is off balance, I'm on my shit
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, hard as it get
I do not powder, I might take a sip
I hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip
I poppin' no pill, but you do as you wish
I with some fiends, I love 'em to death
I got a few but not all of them rich
What good is the bread if my is broke?
What good is 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 Rollie right back on my
This watch came from Drizzy, he me a gift
Back when the rap game was I'd diss
They act two legends cannot coexist
But I'd never beef a nigga for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper, gon' be legit
It be for clout, it won't be for fame
It won't be my shit ain't sellin' the same
It won't be to you my latest lil' sneakers
It won't be 'cause nigga slid in my lane
Everything grows, it's to change
I love you niggas, I'm glad 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 the ground
I your cadence, I mirrored your style
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest now
Fuck if you feel me, you got a choice
Now I ain't do no promo, still made all noise
This gon' be different, I set my intentions
I promise to slap all that hate out your

Niggas countin' me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm my clips
I'm down names, I'm makin' a list
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 back on my
The is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I like it, you all on my

I just somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can
I am never lettin' 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 make you real

2]
I'm dead in the of two generations
I'm little bro and big bro all at
Just left the lab with 21 Savage
I'm 'bout to go and Jigga for lunch
Had a long with the young nigga Kodak
Reminded me of young niggas from
Straight out the projects, no fakin', just
I wish that he had guidance, for real
Too many niggas in cycle of
Spending they birthdays 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, poisoned the well
self image, we set up to fail
I'ma make sure that the real gon' prevail,

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

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