Luyện nghe bài hát On My Way To Harlem

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he want my money, he wants my soul
So I like a tree, and like a weed I grow
My stomach is full, but my is starvin'
Rollin' in a G on my way to Harlem