Luyện nghe bài hát Rise From The Dirt

African accident in America
See I'm not supposed to be
I got the leverage to
Wipe my so-called off
Light my blunt my mink off
I'm caught in a maze
Crime pays how much thing cost, shit
Give me 2 then, shit I deserve it
Came out of a hole than you've been
And ain't know my purpose 'til I was laying down &
But feeling all ain't gon' help
I'm in God's eyes Behind 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, a picture of me miss
And bring my rose out by the we rich
I gives a fuck bout where they gon' place me give me the
You out of green then give me the
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 low, give me some more
remove me from the average five, most likely not half as wise
My chain bring attention & your in detention wise
Miss me with the chatter guy, your tool and the magnum by
Half of what really matters die, niggas all swag aside
Fortune in my head they thought I was dead I that fork out
Can't let 'em see me fall, I got the I took a short route
Encores as I walk out, standing the walk in
Like Booker T when I'm talking look at me and see all them
Malcom X I guard the crib with my tall gun
Blame the nigga that 'em daddy's son picked the wrong one
Dying is my ultimatum be a bum in a long run
by all the hating, since a little boy my balls hung
Life can hard to handle you try to your help but
They somewhere in the fight club fucking up
They say my opposition last, but they amateurs
My rattled ya we ain't mad at ya, we ain't mad at ya
All I got is my and my D
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I gotta eat playboy I never leave curb
A thousand degrees absurd, me I'm heard
I'm in the hood I'm good, NYC I serve
Lil boy born cheated, from a man dream I wake
Taking air with a smell of disappointment
So much love yet so hate
Grey skies, veins, and white poison
Black on black crime for the man's dollar
In time you enslave yourself
pushed too hard will not save faith
Will not stop, kill, or
I'm too strong, hard as a soul, inside cold
Hardly ever happy, hard turn humility to homicide
One small piece to the pie of
Same questions in 21
Where will you go, who will, and who
Young man rise from the dirt, rise from the
your shirt and go to work