Luyện nghe bài hát We All We Got

I prayed to God I would make 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

in the streets all my life
Business beef all my
I'ma ride if you wrong or
niggas gon' be gone tonight
I ain't saw you in a
Wishing you was here to see how changed
I was young, blowing money
It was as quick as it came
I know you fucked up
you're stressed out, I be feeling your pain
I'm probably the same
We just some young niggas about
never shitted on nobody
I do the crime, I do the
I finna pin it on nobody, hey
My nigga, my shooter, I know do you
He carry that Ruger, he carry Ruger
My niggas like to rob, I had to tell my lil nigga
Fuck catch a charge
You gon' be gone for about a hundred

I prayed to God that I would it to the top
A young street nigga make it off the block
I my niggas 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'm clutching on all through the city
The that I'm rapping, I'm really living
Ain't even been to the in a minute
These niggas start hating, they 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
he real, I told him to shut up
I need some real friends and not fake ones
they changed, supposed to be my day ones
Fuck repping the hood, I'm the state
I got a lot on my
Go to sleep a K and don't ever need play
My lil got shot in his face
These lil niggas gon' take plate if you don't eat
Young niggas tied to the
My lil nigga in these streets
Yeah,
I prayed to God that I would 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

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