Luyện nghe bài hát This Life Forever

Ent.
Roc-a-Fella
In association with the
The Gangster
In
With everything

I ride the ghetto windows down halfway
Halfway out of my music on 9, blasting Donny Hathaway
Me and my spending half the day
Plotting, how we gon get this math with out getting balst away
I wake up to the problems after today
Life is harsh, gotta right to spark
Right the start they place me in the ghetto tender age of nine
my mind had to surrender to crime
Wouldnt wish this on nobody like the end of mine
since i was quite young a nigga been in divine
Had to scratch for plaque, rap aint even all its cracked up to be
Niggas stack up to me
Had to in a world of trouble
trapped in, clostrophobic the way out was rapping
dont understand it, the demographics i tapped in
I'm the truest nigga to do this nigga and else is foolish
Like those who stay high, God's grey skies
My lyrics is Bible, made to save lives
In the midst of all your nigga, stay fly
Never let em see you frown, smile when you down
Shit, i floss on my off-days fuck what all say
Niggas cant me like rumors, i'm too strong

Socks explode and pockets is bulging
Holding it down on the corner my glock holding
My spot is golden, the price on the coke and
Drove the out and let the dough flow 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 to find me
Feds still build a case since '93
I told them, i'm but they like whatever
You know them pigs dont see you get your life together

I'm stuck in this forever
The more things change the they stay the same
Who am i to change the
You move quick like her-o-in and dope can
The blocks than its ever been

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

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


Roll me