Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

Niggas countin' me out
I'm my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
I'm down names, I'm makin' a list
I'm checkin' it and I'm gettin' '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 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 snort powder, I might 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 with some fiends, I love 'em to
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 can't sit?
my next mission, that's why I can't quit
Just like LeBron, get my niggas more
put the Rollie right back on my wrist
This watch came Drizzy, he gave me a gift
Back when the rap 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 be legit
It won't be for clout, it be for fame
It be 'cause my shit ain't sellin' the same
It won't be to you my latest lil' sneakers
It won't be 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 every dollar you can
I hope you know money won't erase the
To the OGs, I'm you now
Was watchin' you when you was the ground
I copied your cadence, I mirrored style
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest now
Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a
Now I ain't do no promo, still made all that
shit gon' be different, I set my intentions
I to slap all that hate out your voice

Niggas been me out
I'm my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a
I'm it twice and I'm gettin' '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

I just somethin' in my cup
I've wantin' somethin' I can feel
Promise I am lettin' up
in your palm don't make 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

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

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

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