Luyện nghe bài hát Respect

Nineteen-seventy somethin', I don't sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my
Out the skins, in this of fly girls
Tanqueray and Hennessey until I hurl

Ten in this gut, what the fuck
I moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild, juvenile mics and shit
New New York, ready for the likes of this, uh

Then came the date, May 21st
2:19, when my momma water burst
No spouse in the house so she for self
To the hospital, to see if she could get a help

cord's wrapped around my neck
I'm seein' my death and I even took my first step
I it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
The doctor and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy"

Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts, cream
On the drug scene, a football team
Riskin' ruptured by the age of sixteen
the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean

I wanna blow up, stack my up
So school I didn't up, it fucked my flow up
Mom that I should grow up and check myself
Before I wreck myself, myself

Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, see it
Scarface, of New York, I wanna be it
Rap was secondary, money was
I got incarcerated kinda scary

C74-Mark 8 set me
Not able to move the great steel gate
to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the for bail

Ninety-four, now I new horizons
Mama smile when she see me, that's
Honeys is tantalizin', freak all night
Peep duckin' cops on the creep all
As I my eyes and realizin' I changed

Not the same child stuck up in the game
And to my niggas livin' street
Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to
tote your vest man, niggas be trippin'
In the without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slippin'

If I'm on The F with weed on my breath
hustler with the muffler on the Tec
Respect to the Mac's and the
To the in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps