Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Look at My Life

Whoo, day in the neighborhood
is chirpin'
(Hi neighbor)
Niggas they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers
my neighborhood, fuck no

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

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

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

Fuckin' wit' like fuckin' wit' Crack
What? Pull out the or push your weight back
Look, ya hate that, we stay straped
From Crook from way back done took the back

Ya shook, remain top of the world, stop knockin the girl
She in the drop with already lock and the pearl
Fish Scale ta Heron, live well from on
Half a mil in ya grill, of course we all

Niggas thinkin' that this rap is words
I up in they curb, pull a Desert Bird
And the block in no time
Get off my dick, stop focus shit and own shine, muhh'fucka

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

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 like me to cha fingers at
So hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack

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

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

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

You see us back to back in 'em snow trucks
hanging off the rim, you not giving a fuck
You must not be reading it
Ice so bright, we don't headlights 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 move his nigga, what

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

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

Yeah, DJ Kay Slay a.k.a. 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 shit out of one of you
front 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 of youse owe me