Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Look at My Life

Whoo, day in the neighborhood
Birds is
(Hi neighbor)
walkin' they dogs, ha ha, watering 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
Raul ya me?
Macho, Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh
Sound boy this shit up right here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 need

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

the thirteenth al spinna, niggas 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 down break with no shirt on
Ass all out, just the crowd
Same damn bitches wanna move in my house

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

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

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

Take a at my life, and you can see that
I'm from the 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

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

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