Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

Niggas been 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 been dyin', the fake is lit
The game is off balance, I'm back on my
The Bentley is dirty, my is dirty
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 take a sip
I hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip
I ain't poppin' no pill, but you do as you
I roll some fiends, I love 'em to death
I got a few but not all of them 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 chips
Just put the Rollie right on my wrist
watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift
Back when the rap was prayin' I'd diss
They act like two cannot coexist
But I'd never beef a nigga for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper, gon' 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 be 'cause some 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 copied your cadence, I mirrored your
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, still made all noise
This shit gon' be different, I set my
I promise to slap all that out your voice

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

I poured somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can
Promise I am lettin' up
Money in palm don't make you real
Foot is on neck, I got 'em stuck
I'ma give 'em somethin' can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a
Pistol in hand don't make you real

2]
I'm in the middle of two generations
I'm little bro and big bro all at
left the lab with young 21 Savage
I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for
Had a long talk with the young nigga
Reminded me of young from 'Ville
out the projects, no fakin', just honest
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 of trauma
We by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal
We hurting our sisters, the babies as
We our brothers, they poisoned the well
Distorted self image, we set up to
I'ma make sure that the gon' prevail, nigga

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

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