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, my granny at work
My big cuz, he understand me at first

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

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

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

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

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

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

But that's in my dreams, to reality
Tryna get outta these lights
So I have to live this street life
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 everythin' just to him here

After this storm and rain I have no
Gotta keep holdin' on, my head up strong
I it won't 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
Daddy wasn't in the crib, that me tougher
Momma struggled with the bills, made me stuff up
Powder in a sack which me dumber

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

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

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

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 this street life
No more, no
No more, no more, no

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