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 it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The real been dyin', the fake ones is lit
The is off balance, I'm back on my shit
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is
But how I like it, you all on my dick

1]
I'm all in my bag, hard as it get
I do not snort powder, I might a sip
I might hit the blunt, but I'm to trip
I poppin' 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 class if my niggas can't sit?
That's my mission, that's why I can't quit
Just LeBron, get my niggas more chips
Just put the Rollie back 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 legends cannot
But I'd beef with a nigga for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper, gon' be legit
It won't be for clout, it won't be for
It won't be my shit ain't sellin' the same
It won't be to sell you my latest lil'
It be 'cause some nigga slid in my lane
Everything grows, it's destined to
I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad that you
I hope that you scrape dollar you can
I hope you money won't erase the pain
To the OGs, I'm you now
Was watchin' you when you was pavin' the
I copied your cadence, I mirrored your
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest now
Fuck if you feel me, you got a choice
Now I ain't do no promo, still made all that
This shit gon' be different, I set my
I promise to slap all that hate out your

Niggas countin' me out
I'm my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a
I'm checkin' it and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The ones been 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 somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can
I am never 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 dead in the middle of two
I'm bro and big bro all at once
Just left the lab with young 21
I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for
Had a long talk with the young Kodak
Reminded me of niggas from 'Ville
Straight out the projects, no fakin', just
I that he had more guidance, for real
Too many in cycle of jail
Spending they inside of a cell
We coming from a bloodline of trauma
We raised by our mamas, Lord we gotta
We our sisters, the babies as well
We our brothers, they poisoned the well
Distorted image, we set up to fail
I'ma make sure the real gon' prevail, nigga

I just poured in my cup
I've wantin' 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, don't a fuck
Pistol in hand don't make you real

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