Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

Niggas countin' me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my
I'm down names, I'm makin' a list
I'm checkin' it and I'm gettin' '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 how I like it, you all on my dick

1]
I'm all in my bag, this as it get
I do not powder, I might take a sip
I might hit the blunt, but I'm to trip
I ain't 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 if my niggas is broke?
What good is first 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 back on my wrist
This watch from Drizzy, he gave me a gift
Back when the rap game was prayin' I'd
They act like two legends cannot
But I'd never beef with a 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 ain't sellin' the same
It won't be to sell you my latest sneakers
It won't be 'cause some nigga slid in my
grows, it's destined to change
I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad 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 when you was the ground
I copied cadence, I mirrored your style
I the greats, I'm the greatest right now
Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a
Now I ain't do no promo, still all that noise
This shit be different, I set my intentions
I promise to slap all hate out your voice

Niggas countin' me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my
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 game is off balance, I'm back on my
The is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I it, you all on my dick

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

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

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

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