Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Look at My Life

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

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

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

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

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

Ya shook, remain fact top of the world, stop the girl
She in the drop already rock lock and the pearl
Fish Scale ta Heron, live well here on
a mil in ya grill, of course we bare all

Niggas thinkin' that rap is just words
I pull up in they curb, pull a Bird
And clear the block in no
Get off my dick, focus shit and getcha 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 heat
Y'all need a nigga like me to cha fingers at
So stop on The Don, you know ya need Crack

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

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

It's the thirteenth al spinna, use to doubt
Now we made Craig Common look like a winner
Me and skippin' out on bills
Just copped the house on a hill, now how that

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

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

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

a look at my life, and you can see that
I'm from the Bronx where known to hear the heat clap
Y'all need a like 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 like me to point cha fingers at
So stop on The Don, you know 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 outta
Oh, oh, oh yeah, and of youse owe me