Luyện nghe bài hát On My Way To Harlem

I know a where the trees don't grow
Just another place where niggaz low
I know a place life is fucked up
Make a wrong and your ass get stuck up

Time ain't nothin' but a frame of
And is like a mountain or a steep ass climb
I've been for a place to leave
The free place is inside of me

So let's a trip, and you don't need a grip
But you be equipped 'cause it might be some shit
African-American, but a nigga
Had our fingers on the trigger, but I pulled mine

I know a place there ain't no calm and
You better stay away if you're like Charmin'
South Central, Los Angeles, Watts, and
A nigga on the west on his way to Harlem

Now it's time to into the light
Put up your dukes, there's be a fight
And when it's time to fight, you better right
'Cause if it don't fight right, out the light

Take a look at what I'm freakin' on
think I'm tweekin', but I'm speakin' on
Subject matter,
Information I gather through my travels

the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killer
Can't stop the slug of a millimeter
Everybody thinks they know, but they not
If they haven't caught a cap on the

So shine up your boots and pick up the
Grab a pair of khakis with the sharp ass creases
the alarm, here comes the storm
I got a on my way to Harlem

I know a place the sun don't shine
Everybody is a of neighborhood crime
I know a where niggaz walk the line
One false step and they do time

I'm in the same boat I must stay afloat
And sing every note from the quotes that they
So, I look into the and walk the path of the greats
So I wont make the mistakes that sealed my ancestors fates

If I had to be a I'd rather be in my grave
If I get in how lives could I save?
One, two, three, a hundred, a
My is poundin', the devil keeps soundin'

But he don't want my money, he wants my
So I reach like a tree, and a weed I grow
My stomach is full, but my is starvin'
Rollin' in a G ride on my way to