Luyện nghe bài hát We All We Got

I to God that I would make it to the top
A young street nigga tryna it off the block
I told my yeah, we all we got
I my niggas yeah, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got

Been in the all my life
Business all my life
I'ma ride if you or right
Pussy niggas gon' be gone
I saw you in a minute
Wishing you was to see how shit changed
I was young, blowing fast
It was gone as as it came
I when you fucked up
When stressed out, I be feeling your pain
I'm probably the same
We just some young niggas money
Ain't never shitted on
I do the crime, I do the
I finna pin it on nobody, hey
My nigga, my shooter, I he'll do you
He that Ruger, he carry that Ruger
My niggas like to rob, I had to my lil nigga chill
Fuck around a charge
You gon' be gone for about a years

I prayed to God that I make it to the top
A young street nigga tryna it off the block
I told my yeah, we all we got
I told my yeah, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got

I'm clutching on iron all through the
The shit that I'm rapping, I'm living
Ain't even been to the hood in a
These niggas start hating, want to kill me
love, fuck around and get wet up
Head on my shoulder, won't go for the
My foot on the pedal, fuck no I let up
Claiming he real, I told him to up
I need real friends and not them fake ones
they changed, supposed to be my day ones
Fuck the hood, I'm repping the state
I got a lot on my
Go to sleep with a K and don't ever play
My lil nigga got shot in his
These lil niggas gon' take plate if you don't eat
niggas tied to the streets
My lil nigga in these streets
Yeah,
I prayed to God that I would it to the top
A young street nigga make it off the block
I told my yeah, we all we got
I my niggas yeah, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got

I saw my niggas get arrested
I know he was and respected
Told him cool it down, he
Now he at of Corrections
Visitation, peeping his
Nigga told me that he his lesson
Missing his kids, he depressed
Mama stressing, for a blessing
You I got love for your struggle
Even though you keep it on the
Fuck nigga, take that nigga under
talking, hit him with a plunger
I hit a lick for some jiggas
We gon' it right down the middle
I don't even gotta pay a
shit just a hobby to my nigga
I ever hiding from you niggas
Turn into Bin on you nigga
I you been plottin' on me, scheming
your baby mama to the cleaners
I know where you live, you sleep at
Send my nigga to where you eat at
Cool it down, you don't to see that
Cool it down, you don't to see that
nigga, yeah yeah