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 in a maze
Crime pays how that thing cost, shit
Give me 2 then, shit I deserve it
out of a darker hole than you've been
And ain't know my purpose 'til I was laying & oozin'
But all worthless ain't gon' help
Praying I'm in God's eyes Behind bricks, life's a bitch and she kicks
I kicks 'em out, switching bitches like I'm switching 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 gon' place me me the dough
You out of green then me the gold
I'm my thing & you niggas owe
Traitor tell me sorry kiss the ring and get on the floor
I'm when I party bottles low, give me some more
Name remove me from the average five, likely not half as wise
My bring attention & your in detention mackin wise
Miss me the chatter guy, keep your tool and the magnum by
Half of really matters die, killin' niggas all swag aside
Fortune in my head thought I was dead 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 ovations the in
Booker T when I'm talking they look at me and see all them
Fresh Malcom X I guard the with my tall gun
the nigga that made 'em daddy's son picked the wrong one
Dying is my ultimatum be a bum in a long run
Powered by all the hating, since a boy my balls hung
can hard to handle you try to offer your help but
They somewhere in the club fucking themselves up
They say my opposition 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 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 a foul smell of disappointment
So much love yet so hate
Grey skies, veins, and white poison
Black on black crime for the green dollar
In you will enslave yourself
Mama pushed too hard 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 small to the pie of genocide
questions in 21 religions
Where will you go, who will, and who
Young man rise from the dirt, rise from the
Wipe your and go to work