Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Look at My Life

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

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

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

Listen here bruh, man ya end is near
They probably, find body at the end of the pier
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 fuckin' wit'
Pull out the pipe or push your weight back
Look, ya hate that, look we stay
From Crook from way done took the game back

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

Niggas thinkin' that this rap is just
I pull up in they curb, pull a 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 from the where 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 need

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 nigga me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need

First we was thuggin', then bust
My lifestyle the shit, 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 even Craig Common look like a winner
Me and Diddy skippin' out on
copped the house on a hill, now how that feel?

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

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

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

a look 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 point cha at
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya 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

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

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