Luyện nghe bài hát Talk To Big

I got that's never coming home
Bitches say they love my music, don't know none of my
I poverty changed me, I was a decent kid
I was rece' in bed, I had a dream I speak to Big
Harlem, ain't like it
I fell in love with new 'cause all my homies liked it
Chick parole was light-skinned
She got my bro
Now he up north, I him
Trust me I know the
Looked at my lifeless
I need shit I can feel, nobody touch me
I say I'm to be here, the doctors say that I'm lucky
My cousin was a custy, he to stick up to get high
He robbed a bodega on camera, had to sit five
Came home talking jail shit
He got his up like niggas is frail
But still he just couldn't shit
Youngins got the block up like rugby patches
They hate you you go get it yourself, they love you askin'
Know you starving, they throw you
Wonder why his stomach
Shawty from nothing, ain't never have shit
His father in the mountains, his mother just want a pill to
The only motivation he had was to steal a bike
Something in his system was different, just feeling right
4AM call, his cousin got killed tonight
He tryna back on the last time he heard his voice
Can't be indecisive, these streets help you to learn your choice
Back to Bentleys, back to the nigga
My digits bigger, I smoke with Nas and I with Jigga
A true artist, you never paint a realer picture
Convinced your sister to twist her, just had to spill liquor
A new rapper, ask 'bout new rappers, I don't feel niggas
I chill with women, they chill with niggas, different niggas
In the so long, these Timberlands, made a killing in them
I benefitted from hitters, they still my niggas
When Master P was ice cream man
My uncle got with nineteen grams
If you like me, damn
How you hate me, I ain't had shit in the 'frigerator
Now it's royal from molded bread and spoiled milk

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

The time it me to make it here
Tell me how the fuck I'ma make it for a hater
I know niggas ain't playing fair
Murder let you know shit is real and we can take it there
afford them Jordans, had to take a pair
I done seen the toughest niggas up
just left 'em shaking there
This shit feel like a tryna race a bear
You niggas'll never catch me, 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 darker, pistol under the parka
Imagine, pouring Fruity and roaches fall out
Make you go to court, shoot the judge before you walk out
Make you wanna eat a nigga food, pull a fork out
I be doing push ups in my cell before I 'bout
Anything we involved in, criminal
Ex-bitches for war, they some militant hoes
in the flesh, this that shit you feel in your nose
You college niggas come see how it feel to with a pro
Could never compare, you don't know how it feel to be
Just get high, niggas you feed and stealing your smoke
Can never her but when I fuck her she still can get choked
verse was the struggle, I bubbled right off a ink ball
Eight ball with all black diamonds, I bet hate y'all
That money, know they hate y'all