Luyện nghe bài hát Rise From The Dirt

African American in America
See I'm not supposed to be
I got the leverage to
Wipe my so-called off
Light my blunt take my off
Like I'm caught in a
Crime pays how much that thing cost,
Give me like 2 then, I deserve it
Came out of a darker hole than you've
And ain't know my purpose 'til I was down & oozin'
But feeling all worthless ain't help
Praying I'm in God's eyes Behind these bricks, a bitch and she kicks
I kicks 'em out, switching bitches like I'm switching these
I'll sick 'em on you with a flick of the
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 me the dough
You out of then give me the gold
I'm doin' my thing & you owe
bitches tell me sorry kiss the ring and get on the floor
I'm consistent when I party bottles low, give me some
Name remove me the average five, most likely not half as wise
My chain bring attention & your in detention mackin
Miss me with the chatter guy, keep your and the magnum by
Half of what really matters die, killin' all swag aside
Fortune in my head they I was dead I took that fork out
let 'em see me fall, I got the ball 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
Fresh Malcom X I guard the crib my tall gun
Blame the that made 'em daddy's son picked the wrong one
Dying is my won't be a bum in a long run
Powered by all the hating, since a boy my balls hung
Life can hard to handle you try to your help but
They in the fight club fucking themselves up
They say my opposition would last, but 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 this
A thousand degrees absurd, phenomenal me I'm
When I'm in the 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
skies, used veins, and white poison
Black on black crime for the man's dollar
In time you will yourself
Mama pushed too will not save faith
not stop, kill, or fold
I'm too strong, hard as a soul, inside cold
Hardly ever happy, hard times turn humility to
One piece to the pie of genocide
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Where you go, who will, and who isn't
Young man rise from the dirt, from the dirt
Wipe your and go to work