Luyện nghe bài hát No More

Yeah, The Kid
Bright lights, lights

in apartment 409
Had to clean up the kitchen 409
It was cookin' up work, my granny at work
My big cuz, he understand me at first

He said the court room or the
I'm like dude, either way you need and a nice suit
The street lights where I found my
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 tomorrow in for yesterday
Oh, how much different my would be

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

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

When paid is the only way to solve 'em
Seems the stars get and farther
Out of my reach, out of streets
Will they make it big?

'Cause I lost my daddy at a age
Told my mama, cry for me
If I trade in for yesterday
Oh, how much different my would be

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

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

After storm and rain I have no fear
Gotta keep 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 back the days)
(Sure you could turn back)

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

Now I'm on the corner, bag full of marijuana, crack
Pistol in my pocket for anybody who
In the trap 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, to this rappers
Show niggas what I'm best at
Get a lil' check, flip it and that

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

I my daddy at a early age
Told my mama, cry for me
If I trade tomorrow in for
Oh, how much different my life be

But that's in my dreams, to reality
get outta these street lights
So I have to live this street life
No more, no
No more, no more, no

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