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 twice and I'm 'em hit
The real been 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, this as it get
I do not snort powder, I might 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 is the bread if my niggas is broke?
What good is class if my niggas can't sit?
That's my next mission, that's why I quit
Just like LeBron, get my more chips
Just put the Rollie right on my wrist
watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift
Back when the rap game was I'd diss
They act two legends cannot coexist
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 shit ain't the same
It be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers
It won't be 'cause some nigga in my lane
Everything grows, it's destined to
I you lil' niggas, I'm glad that you came
I hope that you scrape every you can
I hope you know money won't the pain
To the OGs, I'm you now
Was watchin' you you was pavin' the ground
I copied your cadence, I your style
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest now
Fuck if you me, you ain't got a choice
Now I ain't do no promo, still made all noise
This shit be different, I set my intentions
I promise to slap all hate out your 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 it twice 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 how I like it, you all on my dick

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 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't a fuck
in your hand don't make you real

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

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

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