Luyện nghe bài hát Talk To Big

I got that's never coming home
Bitches say they my music, don't know none of my songs
I guess changed me, I was a decent kid
I was in bed, I had a dream I could speak to Big
Harlem, ain't like it
I fell in love with new 'cause all my homies liked it
Chick from parole was
She got my bro
Now he up north, I him
Trust me I the prices
Looked at my lifeless
I need some 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 to stick up to get high
He a corner bodega on camera, had to sit five
Came home that jail shit
He got his up like niggas is frail
But still he just sell shit
Youngins got the block sewed up like rugby
They hate you when you go get it yourself, love you askin'
you starving, they throw you rations
Wonder why his grumbling
come from nothing, ain't never have shit
His father in the mountains, his just want a pill to make
The motivation he ever had was to steal a bike
Something in his system was different, just feeling right
4AM phone call, his cousin got tonight
He tryna double on the last time he heard his voice
Can't be indecisive, these streets will help you to learn your
Back to Bentleys, back to the nigga
My digits bigger, I smoke with Nas and I with Jigga
A true artist, you could never a realer picture
Convinced your to twist her, just had to spill some liquor
A new rapper, ask 'bout new rappers, I don't feel them
I chill with women, they chill with niggas, different niggas
In the so long, these Timberlands, made a killing in them
I from plenty hitters, they still my niggas
When P was yelling ice cream man
My got caught with nineteen grams
If you like me, damn
How you gon' hate me, I had shit in the 'frigerator
Now it's royal silk molded bread and spoiled milk

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

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