Luyện nghe bài hát Talk To Big

I got niggas that's never coming
Bitches say they love my music, don't none of my songs
I poverty changed me, I was a decent kid
I was in bed, I had a dream I could speak to Big
Harlem, nowhere 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 know the
at my homie lifeless
I need some shit I can feel, nobody me
I say I'm meant to be here, the doctors say 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 home talking that jail
He got his up like niggas is frail
But still he just sell shit
Youngins got the block up like rugby patches
hate you when you go get it yourself, they love you askin'
Know you starving, throw you rations
why his stomach grumbling
Shawty come from nothing, ain't never shit
His father in the mountains, his mother just a pill to make
The motivation he ever had was to steal a bike
Something in his was different, just wasn't feeling right
4AM phone call, his cousin got tonight
He tryna double on the last time he heard his voice
be indecisive, these streets will help you to learn your choice
Back to Bentleys, back to the trenches
My digits bigger, I with Nas and I build with Jigga
A true artist, you could never paint a realer
Convinced your sister to her, just had to spill some liquor
A new rapper, ask 'bout new rappers, I don't feel niggas
I chill with women, they chill niggas, they different niggas
In the field so long, these Timberlands, made a in them
I benefitted from plenty hitters, they my niggas
When Master P was yelling ice man
My got caught with nineteen grams
If you don't like me,
How you gon' me, I ain't had shit in the 'frigerator
Now royal silk from molded bread and spoiled milk

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

The time it took me to make it
Tell me how the I'ma make it fair for a hater
I know these niggas ain't playing
Murder let you this shit is real and we can take it there
Can't afford Jordans, had to take a pair
I done seen the toughest freeze up
Hammer just 'em shaking there
This shit like a lion tryna race a bear
You never catch me, it's probably gon' take a year
Top ten, I'm locked in, like Jamaican hair
Headshots, used to be a scope, I put a there
Put newspaper on the carpet, air who
I don't these voices talking or the walls in my apartment
It's getting darker, pistol the parka
Imagine, pouring Fruity Pebbles and roaches out
Make you wanna go to court, shoot the judge before you out
Make you wanna eat a nigga food, just a fork out
I be push ups in my cell before I talk 'bout
we involved in, criminal code
Ex-bitches ready for war, they militant hoes
Coke in the flesh, this that shit you in your nose
You college niggas come see how it feel to with a pro
Could compare, you don't know how it feel to be broke
Just 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 off a ink ball
Eight ball with all black diamonds, I bet they hate
That money, know they hate y'all