Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

Niggas countin' me out
I'm my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm 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 is dirty
But how I like it, you all on my dick

1]
I'm all in my bag, hard 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 roll some fiends, I love 'em to death
I got a few mil' but not all of rich
What good is the bread if my is broke?
What good is first class if my niggas sit?
That's my next mission, why I can't quit
like LeBron, get my niggas more chips
Just put the Rollie back on my wrist
This watch came from Drizzy, he gave me a
Back when the rap game was I'd diss
They act like two legends cannot
But I'd never beef with a for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper, it's be legit
It be for clout, it won't be for fame
It won't be 'cause my 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 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 pavin' the
I your cadence, I mirrored your style
I the greats, I'm the greatest right now
if you feel me, you ain't got a choice
Now I ain't do no promo, still made all that
shit gon' 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 writin' down names, I'm a list
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm 'em hit
The real ones dyin', the fake ones is lit
The is off balance, I'm back on my shit
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is
But that's how I like it, you all on my

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

2]
I'm in the middle of two generations
I'm bro and big bro all at once
Just left the lab with young 21
I'm 'bout to go and meet 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 that he had more guidance, for
Too niggas in cycle of jail
Spending they birthdays inside of a
We from a long bloodline of trauma
We raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta
We our sisters, the babies as well
We killing our brothers, they the well
self image, we set up to fail
I'ma sure that the real gon' prevail, nigga

I just somethin' in my cup
I've been 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 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 don't make you