Luyện nghe bài hát Rise From The Dirt

African American accident in
See I'm not supposed to be
Somehow I got the to
my so-called stink off
Light my blunt my mink off
I'm caught in a maze
Crime pays how much that thing cost,
me like 2 then, shit I deserve it
Came out of a darker hole than been
And ain't know my 'til I was laying down & oozin'
But feeling all worthless ain't gon'
Praying I'm in God's eyes Behind these bricks, a bitch and she kicks
I kicks 'em out, switching bitches like I'm switching 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 we rich
I gives a fuck bout they gon' place me give me the dough
You out of then give me the gold
I'm doin' my & you niggas owe
Traitor bitches tell me sorry the ring and get on the floor
I'm consistent when I party bottles low, give me more
Name remove me from the average five, most likely not as wise
My bring attention & your in detention mackin wise
me with the chatter guy, keep your tool and the magnum by
Half of what really matters die, niggas all swag aside
Fortune in my head they thought I was I took that fork out
Can't let 'em see me fall, I got the I took a short route
Encores as I walk out, standing the walk in
Like Booker T I'm talking they look at me and see all them
Fresh Malcom X I guard the crib my tall gun
Blame the nigga made 'em daddy's son picked the wrong one
Dying is my ultimatum won't be a bum in a run
by all the hating, since a little boy my balls hung
Life can hard to you try to offer your help but
They somewhere in the club fucking themselves up
They say my opposition would last, but they
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 I'm good, NYC I serve
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 too hard will not save faith
not stop, kill, or fold
I'm too strong, hard as a soul, inside cold
Hardly happy, hard times turn humility to homicide
One small piece to the pie of
Same in 21 religions
will you go, who will, and who isn't
Young man rise from the dirt, from the dirt
Wipe your and go to work