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 ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit
The game is off balance, I'm on my shit
The is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I it, you all on my dick

1]
I'm all in my bag, hard as it get
I do not snort powder, I take 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 but not all of them rich
What good is the bread if my is broke?
What good is first if my niggas can't sit?
That's my mission, that's why I can't quit
like LeBron, get my niggas more chips
Just put the Rollie back on my wrist
This came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift
Back when the rap was prayin' I'd diss
They act like two legends cannot
But I'd never beef with a nigga for
If I smoke a rapper, it's be legit
It won't be for clout, it be for fame
It won't be 'cause my shit ain't the same
It won't be to you my latest lil' sneakers
It be 'cause some nigga slid in my lane
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 you know money won't erase the pain
To the OGs, I'm you now
Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the
I copied cadence, I mirrored your style
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, made all that noise
This shit gon' be different, I set my
I promise to all that hate 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 been dyin', the fake ones is lit
The game is off balance, I'm on my shit
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is
But how I like it, you all on my dick

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

2]
I'm dead in the 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 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
they birthdays inside of a cell
We coming from a long of trauma
We raised by our mamas, we gotta heal
We our sisters, the babies as well
We killing our brothers, they poisoned the
Distorted image, we set up to fail
I'ma sure that the real gon' prevail, nigga

I just poured 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 somethin' 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 don't you real
Pistol in your hand make you real
Money in palm don't make you real