Luyện nghe bài hát Talk To Big

I got niggas that's coming home
Bitches say they love my music, don't none of my songs
I poverty changed me, I was a decent kid
I was rece' in bed, I had a dream I speak to Big
Harlem, nowhere like it
I in love with new records 'cause all my homies liked it
Chick from was light-skinned
She got my bro
Now he up north, I him
me I know the prices
Looked at my homie
I some shit I can feel, nobody touch me
I say I'm meant to be here, the say that I'm lucky
My cousin was a custy, he used to stick up to get
He a corner bodega on camera, had to sit five
Came talking that jail shit
He got his weight up like niggas is
But still he couldn't sell shit
got the block sewed up like rugby patches
They hate you when you go get it yourself, love you askin'
Know you starving, they you rations
why his stomach grumbling
Shawty come from nothing, never have shit
His father in the mountains, his mother want a pill to make
The only motivation he ever had was to a bike
Something in his system was different, just feeling right
4AM phone call, his got killed tonight
He double back on the last time he heard his voice
Can't be indecisive, these will help you to learn your choice
Back to Bentleys, back to the nigga
My digits bigger, I smoke with Nas and I build Jigga
A true artist, you could never paint a realer
Convinced your sister to twist her, just had to some liquor
A new rapper, ask 'bout new rappers, I don't feel them
I with women, they chill with niggas, they different niggas
In the field so long, these Timberlands, a killing in them
I benefitted plenty hitters, they still my niggas
Master P was yelling ice cream man
My uncle got caught with nineteen
If you don't me, damn
How you gon' me, I ain't had shit in the 'frigerator
Now it's royal silk from bread and spoiled milk

I know they gon' hate
I know they gon' hate
I know they gon' y'all

The time it me to make it here
Tell me how the fuck I'ma make it fair for a
I know these ain't playing fair
Murder let you know this is real and we can take it there
afford them Jordans, had to take a pair
I done seen the niggas freeze up
Hammer just left 'em shaking
This feel like a lion tryna race a bear
You niggas'll catch me, it's probably gon' take a year
Top ten, bitch I'm locked in, like hair
Headshots, to be a scope, I put a laser there
Put newspaper on the carpet, air who
I don't these voices talking or the walls in my apartment
It's getting darker, under the parka
Imagine, Fruity Pebbles and roaches fall out
Make you wanna go to court, shoot the judge before you out
Make you wanna eat a nigga food, just pull a out
I be doing push ups in my before I talk 'bout
Anything we involved in, criminal
ready for war, they some militant hoes
Coke in the flesh, this that shit you feel in your
You college niggas come see how it to chill with a pro
never compare, you don't know how it feel to be broke
Just tryna get high, niggas you feed and stealing smoke
Can never punch her but I fuck her she still can get choked
First was the struggle, I bubbled right off a ink ball
Eight ball with all black diamonds, I bet hate y'all
money, know they gon' hate y'all