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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

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

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

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

(Royce Da 5'9)
Every morning wake up at 9 AM,
hit the traphouse and there til its 5 AM.
I call that pages.
He holdin his dick, always busting off,
but i dont call masterbation.
He all heart.
And you never hear "Oh my god they killed Kenny",
Bitch this South Park.
This the dirty mittens conditions,
is stealin, stealers is workin.
You only as as the nigga you murdered.
Bullets fly to chest leak,
treat you like you a chess piece.
finger never up, thats a substituted waste.
Why would he do that when can tell you niggas "Fuck You" to your face?
He could fill up y'all with philly's bully,
to pull your card no regards for the laws, wearing a hoodie.
on his trail, he toss the bird,
roll his window down "Can i help you office-errrrr?"

I've hustlin' for so long.
The streets just leave me alone.
It's a I've got to win.
I can't in.

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

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