Luyện nghe bài hát The Farm

[Master P
I'm out hustlin' tryna get mine, but imagine
You know
I mean, society treat me I'm a insect
I'm from? You know what I'm sayin?
Mama wasn't there, Papa there, I had to get out
Ha Ha

there and get it how I live. ya me?

Mama gone, Daddy wasn't
We that thug life, I mean that drug life
Collard and grits, we was slangin on the farm
P]

Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I I'm alright
I got my own paper, I learned to shake a
And I be keys, lil whodi, smokin weed
I'm tech, got computers in the navigator
3rd ward Calliope, whodi, New Orleans
You I'm ballin, shot callin
You need somethin, holla boy, whatcha need
One up in the chamber, slang that iron, you know I don't
City of that white, I got my game tight
Big hitta mane, I got the skrilla mane
Step on my whodi, and I'ma killa mane
Catch you slippin at night, and leave yo head
that Boot Camp, don't take no food stamps
Cause I'ma tall hitta, and ya'll some hittas
You know you played wit fire, now you fall hitta

P]
I'm not a doctor, Professional
I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo gristle
Call me two pistols, I make that whistle
I see a Vic in the hood, I short ya
Grab me a 'K, I handle my and I mask up
Now get the car whodi, it's to gas up
I'm on the run mane, It aint no fun
Tryna change my but I'm back, to doin the same thang
Penitentiary bounded, but grounded
Seven years later, I'm and ya'll frownin

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