Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Look at My Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's the thirteenth al spinna, use to doubt
Now we even made Craig Common look like a
Me and Diddy 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, swoonin' the crowd
Same mean bitches wanna move in my house

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

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

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

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

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

I'll slap the out of one of you motherfuckers
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 most of owe me