Luyện nghe bài hát No More

Yeah, The Kid
Bright lights, street

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

He the court room or the casket
I'm dude, either way you need cash and a nice suit
The street lights I found my strength
Be with rich men and you bound to be the fifth
go

I lost my daddy at a age
Told my mama, 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 street
So I won't have to live this life
No more, no
No more, no more, no

Just gotta to deal with problems
If young and from slum with no father
Got killed when you was little, still got
She try to tell him go to school but why

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

'Cause I lost my at a early age
Told my mama, 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 these street lights
So I won't have to live this street
No more, no
No more, no more, no

I ain't ashamed to say that I shed a
'bout my dad, I wish I had him back
I'd give up just to have 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 together again, fo
(If I could back the days)
(Sure you could turn back)

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

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

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

Years later, oh now you see my heads at
Like meals chasers, we be everywhere the at
You on hatin', you'll be layin' where the dead at
You rappers suckers, you can tell them that I that
If else but the hustle, you gon' respect that

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

But that's in my dreams, back to
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 and I wanna live it right
I don't run the streets no more, no
Guess is my life and I wanna live it right
I don't wanna run the no more, no