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, gave my a pound
Then he hugged me, and then he around
I the duffelbag over my shoulder
It was to get props kid, cause now I'm older
Time to fend for myself
So i'ma go for mine, and maybe never come
Stopped at the lye spot I hit the train station
Needed boom for the mental relaxation
It took the last of my loot to make move troop
But I ain't tryin to work in a suit
Plus my aunt's got a room that's for
As long as there's no hoes and I come home bent
So the bullshit I'm audi
I'm on a mission, if I stay I'll go crazy
I'm make it God damnit
Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the
They never it just slam it
Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the

Crash boom I used to hang at four corners
And all the spots in where niggaz carry burners
But I was more turned on by the
So one cold morning, I home
Next I'm smokin on ?
Or workin in a mail uptown, feelin sick and
Tired, of all these fucked up dues
I wasn't tryin to -- I refused
Had a uptown, one in queens and one in jersey
all you need to get by, is a girlie
But yo I still happy
I seen a lot of ill on my block, happen nightly
East new york is no kid
And peace to my man doin his bad
I went to flatbush to buy incense and
Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to
That shit was rough cause my was bare
And like the sayin goes, sometimes life fair
But in my there ain't no quittin
So I stayed up late, to write some to some rhythms
Seconds away from just
But fuckit I'll maintain, one day be hittin
See i'ma make it God
Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the
I'll never fake it slam it
There in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the

And you can, walk the walk the talk but don't flaunt
Cause shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts
But don't sweat it, cause that's the life out
A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out
I got my own place in
to many others, as do or die
Malcolm x boulevard and avenue
Smokin up the fat trey bags the crew
Me and the niggaz troy and
Used to twist dutch masters, we got nice
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 fade with the clean
to fulton just to look around
Just to roam around, and a chick to go uptown
And check a or some shit like that
I couldn't spend but yo my game was fat
I remember one chick, she brought me a beeper
one week later, she got me some sneakers
But then I stepped, cause I out about her rep
And I goin out bein no bitch's pet
But I used to lay up in the crib
to red and marley, wishin I was on kid
Saved my dough, on the down low
Lounged and drank 40's tommy, hill and gunsmoke
And lil' dap to come by strapped
Nice off a l cause we stayed that
I used to miss my moms
Gunshots in the twilight, people every night
But i'ma be still
Cause i'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my
I'm make it God damnit
in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet
I fake it just slam it
Here in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the *echoes*