Luyện nghe bài hát We All We Got

I to God that I would make it to the top
A young street tryna 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

Been in the streets all my
Business all my life
ride if you wrong or right
Pussy niggas gon' be tonight
I saw you in a minute
Wishing you was here to see how shit
I was young, blowing fast
It was gone as quick as it
I when you fucked up
you're stressed out, I be feeling your pain
I'm probably the same
We just some young about money
Ain't shitted on nobody
I do the crime, I do the
I ain't 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 tell my lil chill
Fuck around a charge
You gon' be gone for a hundred years

I prayed to God I would make it to the top
A young nigga tryna make 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 all through the city
The that I'm rapping, I'm really living
Ain't even been to the hood in a
niggas start hating, they want to kill me
Fake love, around and get wet up
Head on my shoulder, won't go for the
My on the pedal, fuck no I won't let up
Claiming he real, I told him to up
I some real friends and not them fake ones
Niggas they changed, to be my day ones
repping the hood, I'm repping the state
I got a lot on my
Go to sleep with a K and ever need play
My lil nigga got shot in his
These lil niggas gon' take your plate if you eat
Young tied to the streets
My lil nigga died in streets
Yeah,
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 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 loyal and
Told him cool it down, he
Now he at Department of
Visitation, peeping his
Nigga told me that he learned his
from his kids, he depressed
Mama stressing, praying for a
You know I got love for struggle
Even you keep it on the under
that nigga, take that nigga under
Shit talking, hit him with a
I just hit a lick for some
We gon' split it down the middle
I even gotta pay a hitter
That just a hobby to my nigga
I ain't ever from you niggas
into Bin Ladin on you nigga
I you been plottin' on me, scheming
Followed your mama to the cleaners
I where you live, where you sleep at
my nigga right to where you eat at
Cool it down, you don't want to see
it down, you don't want to see that
Young nigga, yeah