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 guess changed me, I was a decent kid
I was rece' in bed, I had a dream I could to Big
Harlem, ain't like it
I fell in love with new records all my homies liked it
from parole was light-skinned
She got my bro
Now he up north, I him
Trust me I know the
Looked at my homie
I need some I can feel, nobody touch me
I say I'm meant to be here, the doctors say I'm lucky
My cousin was a custy, he used to up to get high
He robbed a corner bodega on camera, had to sit
home talking that jail shit
He got his weight up like is frail
But still he just couldn't shit
Youngins got the sewed up like 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 in the mountains, his mother just want a pill to make
The motivation he ever had was to steal a bike
Something in his system was different, just wasn't feeling
4AM phone call, his 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, to the trenches nigga
My digits bigger, I smoke with Nas and I with Jigga
A true artist, you could never paint a picture
Convinced your sister to her, just had to spill some liquor
A new rapper, ask 'bout new rappers, I don't them niggas
I chill with women, they chill with niggas, they different
In the field so long, these Timberlands, a killing in them
I from plenty hitters, they still my niggas
Master P was yelling ice cream man
My uncle got caught nineteen grams
If you like me, damn
How you gon' me, I ain't had shit in the 'frigerator
Now it's silk from molded bread and spoiled milk

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

The time it took me to make it
Tell me how the fuck I'ma make it fair for a
I know these niggas ain't playing
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 niggas freeze up
just left 'em shaking there
This shit feel a lion tryna race a bear
You niggas'll never catch me, it's 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 or the walls in my apartment
It's darker, pistol under the parka
Imagine, pouring Fruity Pebbles and fall 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 ups in my cell before I talk 'bout
we involved in, criminal code
Ex-bitches ready for war, some militant hoes
Coke in the flesh, this that shit you in your nose
You college niggas come see how it feel to chill a pro
never compare, you don't know how it feel to be broke
Just tryna get high, niggas you and stealing your 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
ball with all black diamonds, I bet they hate y'all
That money, know they gon' hate