Luyện nghe bài hát Rise From The Dirt

African American in America
See I'm not to be here
I got the leverage to
Wipe my stink off
Light my take my mink off
I'm caught in a maze
Crime how much that thing cost, shit
me like 2 then, shit I deserve it
Came out of a darker hole than been
And ain't know my purpose 'til I was laying & 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 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 where 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 kiss the ring and get on the
I'm consistent when I party bottles low, give me more
Name remove me from the average five, most likely not as wise
My chain bring attention & in detention mackin wise
me with the chatter guy, keep your tool and the magnum by
Half of really matters die, killin' niggas all swag aside
Fortune in my head they thought I was dead I that fork out
Can't let 'em see me fall, I got the ball I took a short
as I walk out, standing ovations the walk in
Like Booker T I'm talking they look at me and see all them
Fresh Malcom X I the crib with my tall gun
Blame the nigga that made 'em son picked the wrong one
is my ultimatum won't be a bum in a long run
Powered by all the hating, since a little boy my balls
Life can hard to you try to offer your help but
They somewhere in the fight club fucking up
They say my opposition 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 eat playboy I never leave this curb
A thousand 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 I wake
Taking air with a foul smell of
So much love yet so much
Grey skies, used veins, and white
Black on black 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 rock soul, cold
Hardly ever happy, hard times turn to homicide
One small piece to the pie of
Same questions in 21
Where you go, who will, and who isn't
Young man rise from the dirt, from the dirt
Wipe your shirt and go to