Luyện nghe bài hát This Life Forever

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

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

Socks explode and sweatpants is bulging
Holding it down on the corner with my glock
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 tryna build a since '93
I told them, i'm retired but they whatever
You know them pigs dont wanna see you get your life

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

again
Hold the gun at eye level, i aint afraid of
I let the nine rip, say "hi" to the devil
I blind with the bezel, i'm in with the ghetto
What nigga afraid of my mind or the metal
Niggas tryna my life, my mathematics is precise
I carry the nine, so with me just aint the answer
I cant lose when i was young i was Fresh
Poppa raised me to chess
And though gone i'm not bitter you left 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 seen Rooks get tooken by the Knight
Lose they Crown by defend a Queen
Checkmate, in 4 the Bobby Fischer of rap
??? in a time where we all
Lets face it either your dough chasin, or
Lacing, cops got your face like mason
Careful, any i'm leaving niggas
more than just information

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


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