Luyện nghe bài hát No More

Yeah, The Kid
lights, street lights

Summertime in 409
Had to clean up the with 409
It was cookin' up work, while my at work
My big cuz, he ain't understand me at

He said the court room or the
I'm like dude, way you need cash and a nice suit
The street lights where I my strength
Be with four rich men and you bound to be the
go

I lost my at a early age
my mama, don't cry for me
If I trade tomorrow in for
Oh, how different my life would be

But in my dreams, back to reality
Tryna get outta these lights
So I won't have to live this life
No more, no
No more, no more, no

Just gotta to deal with problems
If you're young and slum with no father
Got killed you was little, still got mama
She try to him go to school but why bother

When gettin' paid is the way to solve 'em
Seems the get farther and farther
Out of my reach, out of these
Will they ever make it

'Cause I my daddy at a early age
my mama, don't cry for me
If I trade in for yesterday
Oh, how much my life would be

But in my dreams, back to reality
Tryna get outta street lights
So I won't to live this street life
No more, no
No more, no more, no

I ain't ashamed to say I shed a tear
Thinkin' my dad, I wish I had him back
I'd give up everythin' just to him here

After this storm and rain I have no
Gotta holdin' on, hold my head up strong
I know it be long
(I'm for the moment)
Until we'll be again, fo real
(If I could turn the days)
(Sure you could this back)

Hey, I was born with the hustle, never been a
Daddy wasn't in the crib, that me tougher
Momma struggled with the bills, made me stuff up
Powder in a sack which made me

Now I'm on the corner, bag full of marijuana, crack
in my pocket for anybody who disrespect
In the chillin' where robbers and killers kick it at

My arms up in the for ten, they say I'm goin' in
Ha, bet that I'm a stretch that, backish to rappers
Show these what I'm best at
Get a lil' check, flip it and that

Years later, oh now you see what my at
meals chasers, we be everywhere the bread at
You keep on hatin', you'll be layin' the dead at
You suckers, you can tell them that I said that
If nothin' else but the hustle, you respect that

I my daddy at a early age
my mama, don't cry for me
If I trade tomorrow in for
Oh, how much different my would be

But that's in my dreams, to reality
Tryna get outta these lights
So I won't have to live this street
No more, no
No more, no more, no

Guess this is my life and I live it right
I don't run the streets no more, no
Guess this is my life and I wanna it right
I don't run the streets no more, no