Luyện nghe bài hát We All We Got

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

in the streets all my life
Business all my life
I'ma if you wrong or right
niggas gon' be gone tonight
I ain't saw you in a
Wishing you was to see how shit changed
I was young, blowing money
It was gone as quick as it
I know when you up
When stressed out, I be feeling your pain
I'm probably feeling the
We just young niggas about 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 know do you
He carry that Ruger, he that Ruger
My niggas like to rob, I had to my lil nigga chill
Fuck around catch a
You be gone for about a hundred years

I prayed to God that I 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

I'm clutching on iron all the city
The shit I'm rapping, I'm really living
even been to the hood in a minute
These niggas start hating, want to kill me
Fake love, around and get wet up
Head on my shoulder, go for the setup
My foot on the pedal, fuck no I let up
Claiming he real, I him to shut up
I need some friends and not them 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 with a K and don't ever need play
My lil got shot in his face
These lil niggas gon' take your plate if you eat
niggas tied to the streets
My lil died in these streets
Yeah,
I prayed to God that I would it to the top
A street 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 just saw my niggas get
I know he was loyal and
Told him it down, he neglected
Now he at Department of
Visitation, peeping his
Nigga me that he learned his lesson
Missing his kids, he depressed
stressing, praying for a blessing
You I got love for your struggle
Even though you it on the under
that nigga, take that nigga under
Shit talking, hit him with a
I just hit a lick for some
We split it right down the middle
I don't gotta pay a hitter
That shit just a to my nigga
I ain't hiding from you niggas
into Bin Ladin on you nigga
I know you plottin' on me, scheming
Followed 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 want to see that
nigga, yeah yeah