Luyện nghe bài hát The Farm

[Master P
I'm out here hustlin' get mine, but imagine
You what?
I mean, society treat me like I'm a
where I'm from? You know I'm sayin?
Mama there, Papa wasn't 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
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Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I I'm alright
I got my own paper, I learned to a hater
And I be keys, lil whodi, smokin weed
I'm high tech, got in the navigator
3rd ward Calliope, whodi, New Orleans
You I'm ballin, shot callin
You somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha need
One up in the chamber, that iron, you know I don't fight
City of that white, I got my game tight
Big Tyme hitta mane, I got the skrilla
Step on my whodi, and I'ma killa mane
Catch you slippin at night, and leave yo damp
that Boot Camp, don't take no food stamps
Cause tall hitta, and ya'll some small hittas
You you played wit fire, now you gone fall hitta

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

until end