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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

(Chorus)
I've trying so hard,
to the scars,
of living life,
on the boulevard.
(Oh on the boulevard)

(Adonis)
Every morning Kenny up 'bout 5 am,
and jog about seven before class start.
Had dreams of being the superstar,
like boy who sang Bo'.
Kenny's was crazy,
in his heart he was to get it,
so he stuck it.
Six days out the week hit the track,
his goals set high, he ain't turning back.
Lost one too many of his over goods and crack.
Kenny put it in his there's something better then that.
His daddy called him the way he stuck to the track,
his momma said "it's your time baby you can't back."
And all the blood, sweat, and the tears,
Kenny promised the fan for 40
to come, got to get it.
He prosper,
jumping in life 'til the next one pop up.

(Chorus)
been trying so hard,
to the scars,
of this life,
on the boulevard.
(Oh on the boulevard)

(Royce Da 5'9)
Every Kenny wake up at 9 AM,
hit the traphouse and stay til its 5 AM.
I call trappin' pages.
He always holdin his dick, busting off,
but i call that masterbation.
He all heart.
And you will never hear "Oh my god they Kenny",
Bitch this ain't Park.
This the dirty scurvy conditions,
is stealin, stealers is workin.
You only as real as the you murdered.
Bullets fly to chest leak,
treat you you a crownless chess piece.
Middle finger never up, thats a waste.
Why would he do that when can just tell you niggas "Fuck You" to face?
He could fill up y'all philly's boulevard bully,
to pull your card with no for the laws, wearing a hoodie.
Police on his trail, he the bird,
his window down like "Can i help you office-errrrr?"

I've hustlin' for so long.
The just won't leave me alone.
a battle I've got to win.
I give in.

(Chorus)
I've trying so hard,
to the scars,
of this life,
on the boulevard.
(Oh on the boulevard)

(Outro)
for destiny, for greatness
yet they struggled with the 9-7
as evidence they meant to be more
yet they can't seem to finally the score
cuz the game played was rigged from the beginning
And in the end I sit on the and cry
Both cues stuck in a parallel will lose their (?)