Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

Niggas been me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my
I'm writin' names, I'm makin' a list
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm 'em hit
The ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
The game is off balance, I'm on my shit
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 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 with some fiends, I 'em to death
I got a few mil' but not all of rich
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 LeBron, get my niggas more chips
put the Rollie right back on my wrist
This watch came from Drizzy, he me a gift
when the rap game was prayin' I'd diss
They act like two legends coexist
But I'd never with a nigga for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be
It be for clout, it won't be for fame
It won't be 'cause my shit ain't the same
It won't be to sell you my latest lil'
It won't be 'cause some nigga in my lane
Everything grows, it's to change
I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad that you
I hope that you every dollar you can
I hope you money won't erase the pain
To the OGs, I'm you now
Was watchin' you you was pavin' the ground
I copied your cadence, I mirrored your
I studied the greats, I'm the 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 that out your voice

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

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

2]
I'm dead in the of two generations
I'm bro and big bro all at once
Just left the lab young 21 Savage
I'm to go and meet Jigga for lunch
Had a long talk with the young nigga
Reminded me of young niggas from
out the projects, no fakin', just honest
I wish that he had guidance, for real
Too many in cycle of jail
Spending they birthdays of a cell
We coming from a bloodline of trauma
We raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta
We hurting our sisters, the as well
We killing our brothers, poisoned 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 been wantin' I can feel
I am never lettin' up
Money in your palm make you real
Foot is on neck, I got 'em stuck
give 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't the squad, don't give a fuck
Pistol in your don't make you real

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