Luyện nghe bài hát Nowadays

Used to in the crib, no heat on
Put some crates under the bed, to sleep on
Put syrup on my bread, to eat on
Nowadays, at niggas, we on

Yeah I had to boss my up
Get my up, had to get my ice up
Get my up, had to get my mans up
For the block, I do it for my fam, yeah

1]
Here's a story bout a nigga named PnB
Know a pussy niggas thinking bout deleting me
I don't a fuck though, cause I keep that thing with me
When them niggas run into me, keep same energy
Came from a home, momma, she was never home
All our fathers and gone, yeah they left us all alone
Momma had to sell crack, 'member niggas her pack
Robbed her for a fuckin' sack, now we start from scratch
In and out of shelters, felt God found us
All these fuckin' members, ain't nobody help us
It don't even matter though, we gone be one day
'Til I'm on the block, trappin' up a one-way
talking crazy they don't want no fuckin' gun play
I'll pull up on that block, on a Sunday
Church day, I'll turn shit into a hearse day
time you see me, I be riding with my 30
Every time you see me, I be with my 30
Give a opp a 42, like James Worthy
Leave a nigga brains on the side, the curb be
Leave a nigga name on his shirt, a jersey
Opp shit, yeah we pop shit, a perky
talking all that hot shit but still ain't hurt me
Niggas disrespect my brother name we murk 'em
Slide through they block, we gone do them dirty (yeah)

Used to sleep in the crib, no on (yeah)
Put some crates under the bed, to sleep on (yeah)
Put syrup on my bread, to eat on (yeah)
Nowadays, at niggas, we on (yeah)
Nowadays, at niggas, we up (yeah)
ain't comfortable so I ain't got my feet up (yeah)
Trap phone jumpin' off the (yeah)
I 50K for a feature (yeah)

Yeah I had to boss my up (boss my life up)
Get my up, had to get my ice up (ice)
Get my bands up, had to get my up (get my mans up)
For the block, I do it for my fam (yeah)

2]
Do it for the block, can't just do it for my (gang)
Do it for the squad, you know it's New Lane (skrt)
Fuck all these other niggas, oh they so
Fuck all rap niggas
I'll one of they chain (gimme that shit)
they sweet, yeah them niggas hoes
They don't no smoke
I'll up to they show with all my bro's, with all these poles
what's happening?
We can get it cracking, we can get it
We gone fuck them up then we gone run all in they pocket
Cause they sweet, yeah niggas hoes, told yo ass before
I ain't nothing like these niggas that be to these hoes
Cause I be singing and I be trappin and I be riding with my pole
All these lames gone get exposed, I just get it my woes

Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on (with no on)
Put crates under the bed, just to sleep on
Put on my bread, just to eat on (just to eat on)
Nowadays, at niggas, we on (yeah)
Nowadays, at niggas, we up (yeah)
ain't comfortable so I ain't got my feet up (yeah)
Trap phone off the meter (yeah)
I need 50K for a (yeah)

Yeah I had to my life up
Get my up, had to get my ice up
Get my up, had to get my mans up
For the block, I do it for my fam, yeah