Luyện nghe bài hát This Life Forever

Ent.
Roc-a-Fella
In association the streets
The Black
In
With everything

I throught the ghetto windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blasting Hathaway
Me and my niggas spending the day
Plotting, how we gon get this math today out getting balst away
I wake up to the problems after today
Life is harsh, niggas gotta to spark
Right from the start they place me in the ghetto age of nine
my mind had to surrender to crime
Wouldnt this on nobody like the end of like mine
Ever since i was quite young a been in divine
Had to for every plaque, rap aint even all its cracked up to be
dont stack up to me
Had to in a world of trouble
trapped in, the only way out was rapping
America dont it, the demographics i tapped in
I'm the truest nigga to do this nigga and anything is foolish
Like who stay high, under God's grey skies
My lyrics is like Bible, made to lives
In the midst of all your misery nigga, fly
Never let em see you frown, even smile when you
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 with my glock
My is golden, drop the price on the coke and
Drove the competition out and let the flow in
The is closing in, i can do the time
But whats on my mine, is there's no hoes in the pen
I play the low and try and it hard to find me
Feds still build a case since '93
I them, i'm retired but they like whatever
You know them pigs dont see you get your life together

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

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

Uh
Real
The Gangsta
Ent.
Roc a
Never this thing of ours
The Ganagsa


Roll me