Luyện nghe bài hát Rise From The Dirt

African accident in America
See I'm not to be here
I got the leverage to
Wipe my so-called off
my blunt take my mink 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 hole than you've been
And ain't know my purpose 'til I was laying down &
But all worthless ain't gon' help
Praying I'm in God's eyes Behind these bricks, a bitch and she kicks
I kicks 'em out, bitches like I'm switching these whips
I'll '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 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, give me some
Name remove me from the average five, most not half as wise
My chain attention & your in detention mackin wise
Miss me with the chatter guy, keep your tool and the by
Half of really matters die, killin' niggas all swag aside
Fortune in my head they thought I was I took that fork out
Can't let 'em see me fall, I got the ball I took a route
Encores as I walk out, standing the walk in
Like Booker T I'm talking 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, a little boy my balls hung
Life can hard to handle you try to offer help but
They somewhere in the club fucking themselves up
say my opposition would 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 this curb
A thousand degrees absurd, me I'm heard
When I'm in the hood I'm good, NYC I
Lil boy cheated, from a man down dream I wake
air with a foul smell of disappointment
So love yet so much hate
Grey skies, used veins, and poison
Black on black crime for the green dollar
In you will enslave yourself
Mama pushed too will not save faith
Will not stop, kill, or
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
Same questions in 21
Where you go, who will, and who isn't
Young man from the dirt, rise from the dirt
Wipe your and go to work