Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

Niggas been me out
I'm my bullets, I'm loadin' my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm 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 on my shit
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is
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 take a sip
I hit the blunt, but I'm liable to trip
I ain't poppin' no pill, but you do as you
I roll some fiends, I love 'em to death
I got a few mil' but not all of rich
What is the bread if my niggas is broke?
What good is first class if my niggas can't
That's my next mission, why I can't quit
like LeBron, get my niggas more chips
Just put the right back on my wrist
This came from Drizzy, he gave me a gift
Back the rap game was prayin' I'd diss
They act like two legends cannot
But I'd never beef with a 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 ain't sellin' the same
It won't be to sell you my latest sneakers
It won't be 'cause some nigga in my lane
Everything grows, it's destined to
I love you lil' niggas, I'm 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 pavin' the
I your cadence, I mirrored your style
I studied the greats, I'm the right now
if you feel me, you ain't 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 all that hate out your voice

Niggas been 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 ones 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 poured in my cup
been wantin' 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' they can
If it 'bout the squad, don't 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 21 Savage
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 wish he had more guidance, for real
Too many in cycle of jail
they birthdays inside of a cell
We coming a long bloodline of trauma
We raised by our mamas, Lord we heal
We hurting our sisters, the babies as
We our brothers, they poisoned the well
Distorted image, we set up to fail
I'ma make sure that the real prevail, nigga

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