Luyện nghe bài hát Rise From The Dirt

African American accident in
See I'm not supposed to be
Somehow I got the to
Wipe my so-called off
Light my 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 'til I was laying down & oozin'
But feeling all worthless ain't gon'
I'm in God's eyes Behind these bricks, life's a bitch and she kicks
I 'em out, switching bitches like I'm switching these whips
sick 'em on you with 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 bitches me sorry kiss the ring and get on the floor
I'm consistent when I party bottles low, give me more
Name remove me from the five, most likely not half as wise
My chain bring attention & your in detention mackin
Miss me with the guy, keep your tool and the magnum by
Half of what matters die, killin' niggas all swag aside
Fortune in my head 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 out, standing ovations the walk in
Like Booker T when I'm talking look at me and see all them
Fresh Malcom X I the crib with my tall gun
Blame the 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
Life can hard to handle you try to your help but
They somewhere in the club fucking themselves up
They say my opposition last, but they amateurs
My buzz rattled ya we 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 absurd, phenomenal me I'm heard
When I'm in the I'm good, NYC I serve
Lil boy born cheated, from a man down dream I
Taking air a foul smell of disappointment
So love yet so much hate
Grey skies, used veins, and white
Black on black crime for the green man's
In you will enslave yourself
Mama too hard will not save faith
Will not stop, kill, or
I'm too strong, as a rock soul, inside cold
Hardly happy, hard times turn humility to homicide
One piece to the pie of genocide
Same questions in 21
will you go, who will, and who isn't
Young man rise the dirt, rise from the dirt
your shirt and go to work