Luyện nghe bài hát This Life Forever

Ent.
Roc-a-Fella
In with the streets
The Gangster
In
With official

I ride the ghetto windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blasting Donny
Me and my niggas spending the day
Plotting, how we gon get this math today with out getting away
I wake up to the same after today
is harsh, niggas gotta right to spark
Right the start they place me in the ghetto tender age of nine
my tender mind had to surrender to
Wouldnt wish this on nobody like the end of like
Ever since i was quite a nigga been in divine
Had to scratch for every plaque, rap aint all its cracked up to be
dont stack up to me
Had to hustle in a world of
trapped in, clostrophobic the only way out was
America dont understand it, the demographics i in
I'm the truest nigga to do this nigga and else is foolish
Like who stay high, under God's grey skies
My lyrics is Bible, made to save lives
In the midst of all your misery nigga, fly
let em see you frown, even smile when you down
Shit, i floss on my off-days fuck what all say
cant stop me like rumors, i'm too strong

Socks and sweatpants pockets is bulging
Holding it down on the corner my glock holding
My is golden, drop the price on the coke and
Drove the competition out and let the dough in
The cops is in, i can do the time
But whats really on my mine, is no hoes in the pen
I play the low and try and make it hard to me
Feds still tryna a case since '93
I told them, i'm retired but they whatever
You know them pigs dont wanna see you get life together

I'm stuck in life forever
The more things change the more they stay the
Who am i to the game?
You gotta move like her-o-in and dope can
The hotter than its ever been

again
Hold the gun at eye level, i aint of conflict
I let the nine rip, nigga say "hi" to the
I with the bezel, i'm in line with the ghetto
What yall afraid of my mind or the metal
Niggas tryna my life, my mathematics is precise
I carry the nine, so fucking with me just aint the
I cant lose i was young i was like Fresh
Poppa raised me to moves
And though your i'm not bitter you left me prepared
We got divided by the years, but i got it from
Dont sweat that, sounds bump Marcy to Lefrak
To pocket in DC where my man caught his death at
Over my years seen Rooks get tooken by the Knight
Lose Crown by tryna defend a Queen
Checkmate, in 4 the Bobby Fischer of rap
??? in a where we all move
Lets it either your dough chasin, or basing
Lacing, cops got your sprung like mason
Careful, any infultration i'm niggas
Leaving more just information

Uh
Real
The Gangsta
Ent.
Roc a
interrupt this thing of ours
The Ganagsa


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