Luyện nghe bài hát The Planet

Boom dash, I had to break, I had to getaway
my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday
Kissed my mother, my pops a pound
Then he hugged me, and then he turned
I threw the duffelbag over my
It was time to get props kid, now I'm older
Time to for myself jack
So i'ma go for mine, and never come back
Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train
Needed some boom for the mental
It took the last of my loot to make move troop
But I ain't even tryin to in a suit
Plus my got a room that's for rent
As long as there's no hoes and I don't come home
So fuck the bullshit I'm
I'm on a mission, cause if I stay go crazy
I'm gonna make it God
Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the
They fake it just slam it
Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the

Crash bang I used to hang at four corners
And all the spots in beantown where carry burners
But I was turned on by the micraphone
So one morning, I left home
Next I'm smokin on ?
Or in a mail room uptown, feelin sick and
Tired, of payin all these up dues
I wasn't tryin to lose -- I
Had a chick uptown, one in queens and one in
Sometimes all you to get by, is a girlie
But yo I wasn't happy
I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen
new york is no joke kid
And to my man hass doin his bad
I went to to buy incense and weed
Stopped at the bookstands for to read
That shit was rough my pockets was bare
And the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair
But in my there ain't no quittin
So I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to rhythms
Seconds away from flippin
But fuckit I'll maintain, one day I'll be
See i'ma it God damnit
Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the
I'll never fake it slam it
in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet

And you can, the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt
Cause little shorty's scheamin on your and fronts
But don't sweat it, cause that's the out here
A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out
I got my own in bed-stuy
Known to others, as do or die
x boulevard and gates avenue
Smokin up the fat bags with the crew
Me and the niggaz troy and
Used to dutch masters, we got nice weekly
I used to with the brothers by the spot
They had to hustle but still knew a lot
To get my had to go to fort greene
On myrtle ave, to get a with the sides clean
Then to just to look around
Just to roam around, and find a chick to go
And check a movie or shit like that
I couldn't spend but yo my game was fat
I remember one chick, she brought me a beeper
Then one week later, she got me sneakers
But I stepped, cause I found out about her rep
And I ain't goin out no bitch's pet
But I used to lay up in the crib
Listening to red and marley, I was on kid
Saved my dough, on the down low
Lounged and drank 40's with tommy, and gunsmoke
And lil' dap to come by strapped
Nice off a l cause we like that
I used to miss my moms
Gunshots in the twilight, fightin every night
But i'ma be still
i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills
I'm gonna make it God
Here in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the
I never fake it slam it
Here in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the *echoes*