Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

Niggas been me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm my clips
I'm down 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 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 might a sip
I hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip
I poppin' no pill, but you do as you wish
I roll some fiends, I love 'em to death
I got a few mil' but not all of them
What good is the bread if my niggas is
What good is first class if my niggas can't
my next mission, that's why I can't quit
Just like LeBron, get my niggas chips
put the Rollie right back on my wrist
This watch came Drizzy, he gave me a gift
Back the rap game was prayin' I'd diss
They act like two legends cannot
But I'd never with 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 'cause my ain't sellin' the same
It be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers
It won't be 'cause nigga slid in my lane
Everything grows, destined to change
I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad 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 you when you was pavin' 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, made all that noise
This shit gon' be different, I set my
I promise to all that hate out your voice

Niggas countin' me out
I'm my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a
I'm checkin' it and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The real ones been dyin', the fake is lit
The is off balance, I'm back on my shit
The Bentley is dirty, my is dirty
But that's how I like it, you all on my

I poured somethin' in my cup
I've been somethin' I can feel
Promise I am never up
in your 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 make you

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 meet for lunch
Had a long talk with the young Kodak
Reminded me of young from 'Ville
Straight out the projects, no fakin', just
I wish that he had more guidance, for
Too many in cycle of jail
Spending they 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 the well
Distorted 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 make you real
Foot is on they neck, I got 'em
I'ma give 'em they can feel
If it 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck
Pistol in your hand don't you real

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