Luyện nghe bài hát We All We Got

I prayed to God that I make it to the top
A young nigga 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

in the streets all my life
Business beef all my
I'ma if you wrong or right
Pussy niggas be gone tonight
I saw you in a minute
Wishing you was to see how shit changed
I was young, blowing fast
It was as quick as it came
I know you fucked up
When you're stressed out, I be feeling pain
I'm probably the same
We just some niggas about money
never 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 carry that Ruger, he carry Ruger
My like to rob, I had to tell my lil nigga chill
Fuck around a charge
You gon' be for about a hundred years

I prayed to God that I would it to the top
A young nigga tryna make it off the block
I my niggas 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 I'm rapping, I'm really living
Ain't been to the hood in a minute
These niggas start hating, they want to me
Fake love, fuck and get wet up
Head on my shoulder, go for the setup
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 them fake
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 don't need play
My lil nigga got in his face
These lil niggas gon' take plate if you don't eat
niggas tied to the streets
My lil nigga died in streets
Yeah,
I prayed to God that I would it to the top
A young nigga 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 just saw my niggas get
I know he was loyal and
Told him it down, he neglected
Now he at of Corrections
Visitation, his expressions
Nigga told me he learned his lesson
Missing from his kids, he
stressing, praying for a blessing
You know I got for your struggle
Even though you keep it on the
that nigga, take that nigga under
Shit talking, hit him with a
I just hit a lick for jiggas
We gon' split it right down the
I don't even gotta pay a
shit just a hobby to my nigga
I ain't ever from you niggas
Turn into Bin Ladin on you
I know you plottin' on me, scheming
Followed your baby to the cleaners
I know where you live, where you at
Send my right to where you eat at
Cool it down, you don't want to see
Cool it down, you want to see that
nigga, yeah yeah