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
Light my blunt my mink off
Like I'm in a maze
Crime pays how much that cost, shit
Give me like 2 then, shit I it
Came out of a darker than you've been
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, bitches like I'm switching these whips
I'll sick 'em on you a flick of the wrist
I'm one of the greatest, take a of me miss
And bring my out by the pitcher we rich
I gives a fuck bout where they gon' me give me the dough
You out of green give me the gold
I'm doin' my thing & you owe
Traitor 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 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 what really matters die, niggas all swag aside
Fortune in my head they thought I was dead I took fork out
Can't let 'em see me fall, I got the ball I took a route
Encores as I walk out, standing ovations the in
Like Booker T when I'm talking they 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 picked the one
Dying is my won't be a bum in a long run
Powered by all the hating, since a little boy my hung
Life can hard to handle you try to offer your but
They somewhere in the fight club fucking up
They say my opposition would last, but amateurs
My buzz 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 born cheated, a man down dream I wake
Taking air a foul smell of disappointment
So much love yet so much
Grey skies, veins, and white poison
Black on black crime for the green 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 rock soul, cold
Hardly ever happy, hard turn humility to homicide
One piece to the pie of genocide
questions in 21 religions
Where will you go, who will, and who
Young man rise the dirt, rise from the dirt
your shirt and go to work