Luyện nghe bài hát Rise From The Dirt

African accident in America
See I'm not supposed to be
Somehow I got the to
Wipe my stink off
my blunt take my mink off
Like I'm in a maze
Crime pays how much that thing cost,
Give me like 2 then, I deserve it
out of a darker hole than you've been
And ain't know my purpose 'til I was down & oozin'
But feeling all ain't gon' help
Praying I'm in God's eyes Behind these bricks, life's a and she kicks
I kicks 'em out, switching like I'm switching these whips
I'll sick 'em on you with a of the wrist
I'm one of the greatest, take a 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 doin' my thing & you owe
Traitor bitches me sorry kiss the ring and get on the floor
I'm consistent I party bottles low, give me some more
Name remove me from the average five, most not half as wise
My chain bring attention & in detention mackin wise
Miss me with the chatter guy, your tool and the magnum by
Half of what really matters die, niggas all swag aside
in my head they thought I was dead I took that fork out
Can't let 'em see me fall, I got the ball I a short route
Encores as I walk out, ovations the walk in
Like Booker T when I'm talking they look at me and see all
Fresh Malcom X I guard the crib with my gun
Blame the nigga that made 'em son picked the wrong one
Dying is my ultimatum won't be a bum in a run
Powered by all the hating, since a little boy my balls
Life can hard to handle you try to offer help but
They somewhere in the club fucking themselves up
They say my would last, but they amateurs
My buzz rattled ya we ain't mad at ya, we mad at ya
All I got is my and my D
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I gotta eat playboy I leave this curb
A degrees absurd, phenomenal me I'm heard
When I'm in the hood I'm good, NYC I
Lil boy born cheated, from a man down dream I
Taking air with a foul smell of
So much love yet so much
Grey skies, used veins, and white
Black on crime for the green man's dollar
In time you will enslave
Mama pushed too will not save faith
not stop, kill, or fold
I'm too strong, hard as a rock soul, inside
ever happy, hard times turn humility to homicide
One small piece to the pie of
Same questions in 21
Where you go, who will, and who isn't
man rise from the dirt, rise from the dirt
Wipe shirt and go to work