Luyện nghe bài hát Streets Disciple

Yeah, yeah,

You was born in the eighties, pops drove a
Did a bid, comin' home to some ass kid
Crack baby, turn to thug, description might fit you,
around it might hit you, no joke, I wanna pistol fight with you
Shit comes faster than you think
Blood and white chalk makes pink, so what's make you?
Become a of habitat, the average cat
Won't see where it's at, or it's goin'

The hood for no one
I've through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car to court cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being the object of admiration
Imagination is what they
It stops niggaz from gettin'
Feelin' on the block with loose cracks
Wisdom is vital for the survival of the disciple

the day you were born
Starring out, a disciple
You had gleam in your eye
of the projects
From the day you born
disciple
Yeah, of the projects

Moonstruck stuck, slow as in my actions
That's compliments of a spliff in the night life
In my flight jacket, adrenaline heightened, Tyson
After watchin' him cut up Ruddock
In the gutter, which was once ghetto prophecy is now ghetto
Lookin' back at it, blow jobs from crack addicts
Older Gods no static, told some lil' niggaz they can have it
baggin' and toe-taggin'

They took Will, let me him, a live one
I think that he was the 'God's Son', not Jesus, but fearless
His ear was up on them sounds too, hear somethin'
Not to his likin', and say, "Son they you"
He got to see my debut, wild-mannered
But wild them hammers, niggaz frontin' couldn't stand it
Took him off the planet, us in 9-2
With the philosophy of what arms do, a street's disciple

the day you were born
Starring out, a disciple
You had that in your eye
of the projects
From the day you born
Disciple
Yeah, disciple of the

Plug the mics up, I'm ready to rock,
Reminiscing of pots of Pyrex, cook in the kitchen
Captain Hook to these infants, like my folks is still on the benches
by villains and henchmen, was a killer convention
1991, son, gold on the facial, gun buck by the naval
Disciple could blaze you, we it with embalming fluid
to music all this time
Fightin' 'bout how Kane and would do it

Seemed to us that we could ever leave
From the block, the world was forever freezin'
Hell, if I ever let them shovel me, son, in cell again, fuck these
Devil policemen, plush leathers, I them, riskin' my freedom
Burners in bubble coats, fuck a sermon from the pope
He's sexing ho's, old fart, busting ones when he stroke
Pelle Pelle's, young stretch mark bellies
Babies born in a cycle, future

From the day you were
Starring out, a disciple
You had that gleam in eye
of the projects
From the day you born
Disciple
Yeah, of the projects