Luyện nghe bài hát Rise From The Dirt

African accident in America
See I'm not to be here
Somehow I got the to
Wipe my so-called off
Light my take my mink off
I'm caught in a maze
Crime how much that thing cost, shit
Give me 2 then, shit I deserve it
out of a darker hole than you've been
And ain't know my purpose 'til I was down & oozin'
But all worthless ain't gon' help
Praying I'm in God's eyes these bricks, life's a bitch and she kicks
I kicks 'em out, switching bitches like I'm these whips
sick 'em on you with a flick of the wrist
I'm one of the greatest, take a of me miss
And my rose out by the pitcher we rich
I a fuck bout where they gon' place me give me the dough
You out of green give me the gold
I'm my thing & you niggas owe
Traitor bitches tell me sorry kiss the and get on the floor
I'm consistent when I party bottles low, me some more
Name remove me from the five, most likely not half as wise
My bring attention & your in detention mackin wise
me with the chatter guy, keep your tool and the magnum by
Half of what matters die, killin' niggas all swag aside
Fortune in my head they thought I was dead I took that out
let 'em see me fall, I got the ball I took a short route
Encores as I out, standing ovations the walk in
Like Booker T when I'm they look at me and see all them
Fresh Malcom X I the crib with my tall gun
Blame the nigga that made 'em daddy's son the wrong one
Dying is my won't be a bum in a long run
Powered by all the hating, since a little boy my balls
Life can hard to handle you try to offer your but
They somewhere in the fight fucking themselves up
They say my opposition last, but they amateurs
My buzz rattled ya we ain't mad at ya, we mad at ya
All I got is my and my D
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I gotta eat playboy I leave this curb
A thousand absurd, phenomenal me I'm heard
When I'm in the hood I'm good, NYC I
Lil boy born cheated, from a man dream I wake
Taking air with a smell of disappointment
So love yet so much hate
Grey skies, used veins, and poison
Black on black crime for the green man's
In time you will yourself
pushed too hard will not save faith
Will not stop, kill, or
I'm too strong, as a rock soul, inside cold
Hardly ever happy, times turn humility to homicide
One small to the pie of genocide
questions in 21 religions
Where you go, who will, and who isn't
Young man rise the dirt, rise from the dirt
your shirt and go to work