Luyện nghe bài hát Talk To Big

I got niggas that's never home
Bitches say they my music, don't know none of my songs
I guess poverty changed me, I was a kid
I was rece' in bed, I had a dream I could to Big
Harlem, ain't nowhere it
I fell in love with new records 'cause all my homies 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 doctors say that I'm
My cousin was a custy, he used to up to get high
He robbed a bodega on camera, had to sit five
Came home talking jail shit
He got his weight up like is frail
But he just couldn't sell shit
Youngins got the block sewed up rugby patches
They hate you you go get it yourself, they love you askin'
you starving, they throw you rations
Wonder why his grumbling
Shawty come nothing, ain't never have shit
His father in the mountains, his mother just want a to make
The only he ever had was to steal a bike
Something in his was different, just wasn't feeling right
4AM call, his cousin got killed tonight
He tryna double back on the last time he his voice
Can't be indecisive, these streets will you to learn your choice
Back to Bentleys, to the trenches nigga
My digits bigger, I smoke with Nas and I with Jigga
A true artist, you could never paint a realer
Convinced sister to twist her, just had to spill some liquor
A new rapper, ask 'bout new rappers, I feel them niggas
I chill with women, they with niggas, they different niggas
In the field so long, these Timberlands, made a in them
I benefitted from plenty hitters, they my niggas
Master P was yelling ice cream man
My uncle got caught with grams
If you don't me, damn
How you gon' hate me, I ain't had in the 'frigerator
Now it's royal silk from molded bread and milk

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

The time it took me to it here
Tell me how the fuck make it fair for a hater
I know these niggas playing fair
Murder let you know this shit is real and we can take it
Can't afford them Jordans, had to a pair
I done seen the toughest freeze up
Hammer just left 'em shaking
This shit feel like a lion tryna a bear
You niggas'll catch me, it's probably gon' take a year
Top ten, bitch I'm locked in, Jamaican hair
Headshots, to be a scope, I put a laser there
Put newspaper on the carpet, air who
I don't trust these voices talking or the in my apartment
It's getting darker, under the parka
Imagine, pouring Fruity Pebbles and roaches out
Make you go to court, shoot the judge before you walk out
Make you wanna eat a food, just pull a fork out
I be doing push ups in my cell before I 'bout
we involved in, criminal code
Ex-bitches ready for war, they militant hoes
in the flesh, this that shit you feel in your nose
You college niggas come see how it feel to chill a pro
Could never compare, you don't how it feel to be broke
Just tryna get high, niggas you feed and stealing your
Can punch her but when 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
That money, know they hate y'all