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, watering they
That's my neighborhood, no

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

I'm your idol, your highest title, uno
Yes, I'm Puerto and I speak it so that you know
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
Niggas must be to mistakin' me for folk lore
I put the eighty to your baby man, I y'all

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

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

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

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

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

we was thuggin', then bust sluggin'
My lifestyle the shit, really had the buggin'
Oh no, he ain't back like that
Not Crack a platinum plaque, yo

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

Fuck, alot of y'all niggas, you shittin' since the first song
Now we rip it spring break with no shirt on
Ass all out, just 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 what I rap,
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 known 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 Crack

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

Yeah, DJ Kay a.k.a. Slap ya favorite DJ
The black Fat Joe of the game
Terror Squad motherfuckers, know what it is
buck, ooh, ooh ooh

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