Luyện nghe bài hát Rebel's Kick It

Wheezy outta
Ain't no goin' back, my nigga on the track

Can I a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather you, fuck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga it
For a lil' big benji, pop out, get wheelied,
Whole lot of big benjis, 'round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I'm with it, fuck 'round and I hit it,
God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah

I'm with some hoes more realer these niggas, and that's a fact
I'm with my bros more triller these bitches, understand that
Youngin from the slums and he don't wanna tote no pistol, we ain't of that
I'ma let him it, we coming from a pencil, he don't know 'bout a trap, nah
Get trapped in with these hoes, she just want a baby
More deep into life, he worried 'bout his goals, she think it's
All through the night, back to back hearin' them poles, this amazing
In his hood, he see no greatness, he gon' grow or let it faze him
Nigga him
Got some OG's in the hood gon' ride him
They like that he keep his head in them so they won't let you slime 'bout him
probably slide on him
Only for to see if he got fire on him
But ain't gettin' that, he ain't feelin' that
So he to hide on 'em
Now let me tell you that I'm a different
Had my first baby at 16, no Plan B, I had one
And it was something Luther King, wanted for to keep the peace but couldn't
Turned 17, 'fore you knew it, me and Ben was from out of bushes
At them bitch ass
Shit, you gon' die or you take one? Nigga, what's your answer?
You up fire, you better break one, nigga, what's the hassle?
Still to this day, I'm on FaceTime talkin' the pastor
Like is with me or against me, probably want me splattered

Can I take a minute for to you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather show you, fuck the critics, I'ma try leave out the
Young nigga up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a kick it

you thinkin' 'bout, what you hearin' 'bout? I'ma see about it, nigga (I'm with you)
You got twenty on that head, then make it forty, nigga
Shit, you know me still on dummy, I'll put a hundred,
For to see you smile, I risk my life, that's on my mama,
You was me at rock bottom, nigga, I ain't forget it
When I to slide, they ain't wan' drive me, nigga, and you was with it
I was hollerin',