Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Look at My Life

Whoo, friendly day in the
is chirpin'
(Hi neighbor)
Niggas walkin' they dogs, ha ha, they flowers
That's my neighborhood, no

I'm from the streets of the BX Boro where niggas push
This is that shit, that full flex shit, Al Groh shit
ya heard me?
Macho, Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh
Sound boy turn this shit up here

I'm idol, your highest title, numero uno
Yes, I'm Puerto Rican and I speak it so you know
Stomp, yeah, the idea
Leave nigga leakin from ear ta ear

here young bruh, man ya end is near
They probably, find your body at the end of the
must be crazy to mistakin' me for folk lore
I put the eighty to baby man, I told y'all

wit' crack's like fuckin' wit' Crack
What? out the pipe or push your weight back
Look, ya hate that, we stay straped
From Crook way back done took the game back

Ya shook, remain fact top of the world, knockin the girl
She in the drop with rock lock and the pearl
Fish ta Heron, live well from here on
Half a mil in ya grill, of we bare all

thinkin' that this rap is just words
I pull up in they curb, pull a Bird
And clear the in no time
Get off my dick, stop focus shit and getcha own shine,

Take a look at my life, and you can see
I'm the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
Y'all need a nigga me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you ya need Crack

Take a at my life, and you can see that
I'm from the Bronx where it's to hear the heat clap
Y'all a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya Crack

we was thuggin', then bust sluggin'
My the shit, really had the streets buggin'
Oh no, he ain't come like that
Not Crack with a plaque, yo

It's the al spinna, niggas use to doubt
Now we even Craig Common look like a winner
Me and Diddy skippin' out on
copped the house on a hill, now how that feel?

Fuck, of y'all niggas, you been shittin' since the first song
Now we rip it down spring break no shirt on
Ass all out, just the crowd
Same damn mean bitches wanna in my house

You see us back to back in 'em white trucks
hanging off the rim, you not giving a fuck
You must not be it right
Ice so bright, we don't need at night

Yo, crack niggas, ask niggas how I niggas
With the mac flast 'cuz I am I rap, nigga
TS throw in hands, make 'em pack nigga
To never let another crew his back nigga, what

Take a at my life, and you can see that
I'm from the Bronx where it's known to the heat clap
Y'all a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need

Take a look at my life, and you can see
I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat
Y'all need a nigga me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you ya need Crack

Yeah, DJ Kay a.k.a. Slap ya favorite DJ
The black Fat Joe of the motherfuckin'
Squad motherfuckers, y'all know what it is
buck, ooh, ooh ooh

I'll slap the out of one of you motherfuckers
Y'all on the Squad, man? Y'all know what it is, man
2003 shit, faggot ass motherfuckers, get the fuck here
Oh, oh, oh yeah, and most of owe me