Luyện nghe bài hát PG

Ain't from the streets of
Ain't no prison yard
Ain't got no or weapons
Hell, nigga, I hard

I'd rather help fight you
I'd rather hug than
I know where diamonds from
And ain't about to

got no fancy car
I can't afford my
even got my own style
Sometimes I'm 50

But I got not bullets
And I ain't proof
And you can your aim
But you kill the truth

Ay, yo, untie that
Son, we free, we're loose
I'm sleeping on the
your party's burning roof

And that party's through
what you need to do
Just hold that mic right to heart
And the beat of you

I got a produced by God
And boy, it sounds
I got produced by God
And boy, it sounds