Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Look at My Life

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

I'm from the streets of the BX Boro where niggas push
This is that surge shit, full flex shit, Al Groh shit
Raul ya me?
Macho, Jigga JD, Charlie 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 bruh, man ya end is near
They probably, find your body at the end of the
must be crazy to mistakin' me for folk lore
I put the to your baby man, I told y'all

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

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

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

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

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 stop hating on The Don, you know ya need

First we was thuggin', bust sluggin'
My the shit, really had the streets buggin'
Oh no, he come back like that
Not Crack with a 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, alot of y'all niggas, you been shittin' since the song
Now we rip it spring break with no shirt on
Ass all out, swoonin' the crowd
Same damn mean 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 it right
Ice so bright, we don't headlights at night

Yo, niggas, ask niggas how I smack niggas
With the mac flast 'cuz I am I rap, nigga
TS throw in hands, make 'em pack nigga
To let another crew 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 a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need

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

Yeah, DJ Kay Slay a.k.a. Slap ya DJ
The black Fat Joe of the motherfuckin'
Terror Squad motherfuckers, y'all know 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 here
Oh, oh, oh yeah, and most of owe me