Luyện nghe bài hát Rise From The Dirt

African American in America
See I'm not supposed to be
Somehow I got the to
Wipe my stink off
Light my blunt my mink off
I'm caught in a maze
Crime pays how that thing cost, shit
Give me 2 then, shit I deserve it
Came out of a darker hole you've been
And ain't know my purpose I was laying down & oozin'
But all worthless 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 'em on you with a flick of the wrist
I'm one of the greatest, take a picture of me
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 green give me the gold
I'm doin' my thing & you owe
Traitor bitches tell me sorry kiss the and get on the floor
I'm consistent when I party bottles low, me some more
remove me from the average five, most likely not half as wise
My chain bring attention & your in detention mackin
Miss me with the chatter guy, keep your tool and the by
Half of what really matters die, niggas all swag aside
Fortune in my head they thought I was dead I took that out
Can't let 'em see me fall, I got the ball I took a short
Encores as I walk out, ovations the walk 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
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 offer your but
They somewhere in the fight club 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 this curb
A thousand degrees absurd, me I'm heard
When I'm in the I'm good, NYC I serve
Lil boy cheated, from a man down dream I wake
air with a foul smell of disappointment
So much love yet so much
Grey skies, veins, and white poison
Black on black crime for the green dollar
In you will enslave yourself
pushed too hard will not save faith
Will not stop, kill, or
I'm too strong, as a rock soul, inside cold
Hardly ever happy, hard turn humility to homicide
One piece to the pie of genocide
questions in 21 religions
Where you go, who will, and who isn't
Young man rise from the dirt, from the dirt
Wipe your shirt and go to