Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Look at My Life

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

I'm from the streets of the BX Boro where niggas packs
This is surge shit, that full flex shit, Al Groh shit
ya heard me?
Macho, Jigga JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh
Sound boy turn this 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, the idea
Leave that nigga from ear ta ear

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

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

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

thinkin' that this rap is just words
I pull up in they curb, 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 known to hear the heat clap
Y'all a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you ya need Crack

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, crack niggas, ask niggas how I niggas
With the mac 'cuz I am what I rap, nigga
TS throw in your hands, '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 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

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 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 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? Y'all know it is, man
2003 shit, faggot ass motherfuckers, get the fuck here
Oh, oh, oh yeah, and of youse owe me