Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

Niggas countin' 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 real ones been dyin', the fake 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

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 love 'em to
I got a few mil' but not all of them
What good is the bread if my niggas is
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 right on my wrist
This watch came from Drizzy, he me a gift
Back when the rap game was prayin' I'd
They act like two cannot coexist
But I'd beef with a nigga 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 be 'cause some nigga slid in my lane
Everything grows, it's destined to
I you lil' niggas, I'm glad that you came
I hope that you scrape dollar you can
I hope you know won't erase the pain
To the OGs, I'm you now
Was you when you was pavin' the ground
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, made all that noise
This shit gon' be different, I set my
I promise to slap all hate out your voice

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

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

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

I poured somethin' in my cup
I've been somethin' I can feel
Promise I am lettin' up
Money in your palm don't you real
Foot is on neck, I got 'em stuck
I'ma give 'em 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 hand don't make you real
in your palm don't make you real