Luyện nghe bài hát We All We Got

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 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
I'ma ride if you wrong or
Pussy niggas be gone tonight
I ain't saw you in a
you was here to see how shit changed
I was young, blowing money
It was gone as quick as it
I when you fucked up
When you're stressed out, I be feeling your
I'm probably feeling the
We some young niggas 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 carry that Ruger, he carry Ruger
My niggas to rob, I had to tell my lil nigga chill
around catch a charge
You gon' be for about a hundred years

I prayed to God that I make it to the top
A young street nigga tryna make it off the
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 iron all through the
The shit that I'm rapping, I'm living
Ain't even to the hood in a minute
These niggas start hating, want to kill 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
Claiming he real, I him to shut up
I need some real friends and not them fake
Niggas they changed, supposed to be my day
Fuck 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 shot in his
These lil niggas gon' take your plate if you eat
Young tied to the streets
My lil nigga in these streets
Yeah,
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 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 get arrested
I know he was and respected
Told him it down, he neglected
Now he at of Corrections
Visitation, his expressions
told me that he learned his lesson
Missing his kids, he depressed
Mama stressing, for a blessing
You know I got for your struggle
Even though you keep it on the
Fuck that nigga, take that nigga
talking, hit him with a plunger
I hit a lick for some jiggas
We gon' split it down the middle
I don't even gotta pay a
That shit just a to my nigga
I ain't ever hiding you niggas
Turn Bin Ladin on you nigga
I know you been on me, scheming
Followed baby mama to the cleaners
I where you live, where you sleep at
Send my right to where you eat at
it down, you don't want to see that
Cool it down, you don't to see that
nigga, yeah yeah