Luyện nghe bài hát Take Me Away

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

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

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

Ay, take me away
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 make me a
Mama told me, better not let them take me away
So I got to that shit, stuck to shit, now she okay
She my phone to ask how long I'm gon' be away
Cause where I'm at, I fall asleep same as she away

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

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