Luyện nghe bài hát The Farm

[Master P
I'm out here tryna get mine, but imagine
You what?
I mean, society treat me like I'm a
where I'm 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, wasn't home
We live that thug life, I mean drug life
Collard and grits, we was slangin on the farm
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Cop somethin, it whodi, I mean 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 computers in the
3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it's New
You know I'm ballin, callin
You need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha
One up in the chamber, slang that iron, you I don't fight
City of that white, I got my game tight
Big Tyme mane, I got the skrilla mane
Step on my toes whodi, and I'ma mane
Catch you slippin at night, and yo head damp
Represent that Boot Camp, don't no food stamps
Cause I'ma tall hitta, and ya'll some small
You know you wit fire, now you gone fall hitta

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I'm not a doctor, Professional
I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo gristle
Call me two pistols, I make that chrome
I see a Vic in the hood, I short ya
Grab me a 'K, I my business and I mask up
Now get the car whodi, time 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 well
Seven years later, I'm smilin and frownin

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