Luyện nghe bài hát Rise From The Dirt

African American accident in
See I'm not supposed to be
I got the leverage to
Wipe my stink off
my blunt take my mink off
Like I'm caught in a
Crime pays how much thing cost, shit
me like 2 then, shit I deserve it
Came out of a hole than you've been
And know my purpose 'til I was laying down & oozin'
But feeling all worthless gon' help
Praying I'm in God's Behind these bricks, life's a bitch and she kicks
I kicks 'em out, switching bitches like I'm these whips
I'll sick 'em on you a flick of the wrist
I'm one of the greatest, a picture of me miss
And bring my rose out by the pitcher we
I gives a fuck bout where gon' place me give me the dough
You out of green then 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 low, give me some more
Name remove me from the average five, most likely not half as
My chain bring attention & in detention mackin wise
Miss me the chatter guy, keep your tool and the magnum by
Half of what really matters die, killin' all swag aside
Fortune in my they thought 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 ovations the in
Like T when I'm talking they look at me and see all them
Fresh Malcom X I guard the crib with my gun
Blame the nigga that 'em daddy's son picked the wrong one
is my ultimatum 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 your help but
They somewhere in the fight club themselves up
They say my 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 I never leave this curb
A thousand degrees absurd, phenomenal me I'm
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 yet so much hate
Grey skies, used veins, and poison
Black on black crime for the green dollar
In you will enslave yourself
Mama too hard will not save faith
not stop, kill, or fold
I'm too strong, hard as a rock soul, cold
ever happy, hard times 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 the dirt, rise from the dirt
Wipe your and go to work