Luyện nghe bài hát Take Me Away

Ay, rolling my fucking stinky up man. I have a 7 in the morning, I'ma be right back in Chicago like 8, 9 o'clock at night though, you know in and out shit, uh

Ay, Lord me away
From all the people that ain't tryna me a way
I my mama no more struggling, it's gon' be okay
Yeah, I was hustling in them streets make me a wave
Mama told me, better not let them take me away
So I got to that shit, stuck to that shit, now she
She called my phone to ask how long I'm gon' be
Cause where I'm at, I fall asleep same as she away

1]
Lord take me
To place
I'm from a place where it ain't to put my gun away
This shit ain't fun no more, they took the fun away
I used to up on that block and have my gun on waist
Knee deep in them with nothing to say, I ain't playing no fucking games
I was my niggas, you know they with it, ain't hang with no fucking lames
Don't our names, still dropout gang, we'll pull up bust some brains
I remember them in the studio late sweating like a fucking slave
Too many days now I take a day just to make
100,000 days I was up at night tryna make wave
Got my mama another place, other shit don't mean nothing to me, ay

Ay, Lord take me
From all the people that ain't make me a way
I told my no more struggling, it's gon' be okay
Yeah, I was hustling in them streets tryna me a wave
Mama told me, better not let them streets me away
So I got to shit, stuck to that shit, now she okay
She called my phone to ask how long I'm gon' be
Cause where I'm at, I fall same time as she away

2]
Young nigga fuck that sack up tryna me a wave
Stuck to my grind got that back, it ain't take me away
Broke in the hood before I ever it on the big screens
Selling 14s, 15s, then I spitting 16s
All I ever knew was get
Only other way was hit
Made my mama cry to get this shit, nigga I'm the streets
seen my homies die up in this shit nigga, wasn't nothing sweet
Remember nights I cried, I think of that and that's humbled me
I know that my always at risk, I keep that bitch from me
Fuck the penitentiary, niggas won't get from me
Murder-murder, kill thy enemy, show no sympathy
If I don't squeeze that trigger from where I'm from end up killing me, nigga

Ay, Lord me away
From all the people that ain't tryna me a way
I told my mama no more struggling, it's be okay
Yeah, I was hustling in streets tryna make me a wave
Mama told me, better not let streets take me away
So I got to that shit, stuck to that shit, now she
She called my phone to ask how long I'm be away
where I'm at, I fall asleep same time as she away