Luyện nghe bài hát On My Way To Harlem

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

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

So take 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 quicker

I know a place where there no calm and
You stay away if you're soft like Charmin'
Central, Los Angeles, Watts, and Compton
A nigga on the coast on his way to Harlem

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

a close look at what I'm freakin' on
Niggaz think I'm tweekin', but I'm on
matter, data
Information that I gather through my

'Cause the of the hard, hit hardcore killer
stop the slug of a nine millimeter
Everybody thinks they know, but they not
If they caught a cap on the block

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

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

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

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

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