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
my neighborhood, fuck no

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas thinkin' that this rap is just
I pull up in 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 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

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

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

It's the thirteenth al spinna, niggas use to
Now we even made 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 spring with no shirt on
Ass all out, just the crowd
Same damn bitches wanna move in my house

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

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

Take a look at my life, and you can see
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 hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack

Take a look at my life, and you can see
I'm from the where it's 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

Yeah, DJ Kay Slay a.k.a. ya favorite DJ
The Fat Joe of the motherfuckin' game
Terror Squad motherfuckers, y'all 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 of youse owe me