Luyện nghe bài hát Reach

[Verse 1: Martin
Boy I I've been up on my own shit
Boy I I think that we the coldest
Made the hottest shit comin' from the city now
If you ain't know it now you better take
And I'm in my own lane, I don't with you niggas
My so small and it's full of guerillas
I baby these niggas, hats off to city
Keep your pussy ass beats, I ain't fuckin' with the little
Blindfolded, see the bullshit
BCC the scene, take a sec for you to see me
Tryna put a on me, people couldn't read me
It's a shame you don't listen way harder cause it's
with the dollars if you need me
Niggas really livin' and I'm shit I'm "mothafuck a freebie"
Knee in a damn beat In the chorus so steep
Tryna eat and the grind feed me, uhh
They don't bang like my shit
Flow through them on your lonesome
beat that autopilot
Too cool for the new school, is in session
Get way behind when I write this
And the get rolled by the minute now
That you mention it, up finna light this
You can me walking down state with my head high
You already know a nigga hittin'
Look up in the I see red eyes
Blue flame got a nigga floatin' in a
New wave got niggas in a boat
Niggas mad they they all on the low
And she came the drama, had to let her go
I've killin' for a minute if you didn't know

Martin $ky]
They don't see a nigga win
don't wanna see a nigga eat
They wanna let a nigga in
like, then a young nigga gotta reach
I ain't even off that
A nigga threw racks in the game, got it
Now everywhere I go they know a nigga before I ever said it
"God how he do it, how the boy get on the map?"

[Hook: Martin (x4)
They that I couldn't, I can and I did it
(They said I couldn't, I can and I did it)

2: Saba]
Still hit the curb when I'm parkin', I only get out the fossil
Grew up round laws and the silence, everybody thought they was
But me I don't bang I partake, but I'm still too real to be called fake
My ex's going through heartache, cause I keep shit flippin' like Hardy
Boys [?] in Harley
Noise, pivot, prolly pull up in the
But, that's why niggas bitin', they copy
Up, but them hardly, us
That fat sing in falsetto for niggas
all said an done, that's for nothin' my nigga
They all gassed up, but it's all and pitiful
I'm like a gyro, so pico de gallo
Red out the gun, it's a
Put on my mom and my pop
I heard they shots
I be on my arm like a lock
So if you 'bout it me at the front
Young, in the making
So Michael I lead to heavens way
So Jesse Jackson I'm dressed in all
I'm a black with bros like the Wayans
I'll go Saiyan
[Pre-Hook] + (x4)