Luyện nghe bài hát We All We Got

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

Been in the all my life
Business beef all my
I'ma ride if you or right
Pussy niggas be gone tonight
I ain't saw you in a
Wishing you was here to see how shit
I was young, blowing fast
It was gone as quick as it
I know you fucked up
you're stressed out, I be feeling your pain
I'm feeling the same
We just some young niggas money
Ain't never shitted on
I do the crime, I do the
I ain't pin it on nobody, hey
My nigga, my shooter, I know 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 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 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 the city
The shit that I'm rapping, I'm really
Ain't even been to the in a minute
niggas start hating, they want to kill me
Fake love, around and get wet up
on my shoulder, won't go for the setup
My foot on the pedal, no I won't let up
Claiming he real, I told him to up
I need some real friends and not them ones
they changed, supposed to be my day ones
Fuck repping the hood, I'm repping the
I got a lot on my
Go to sleep with a K and don't ever play
My lil nigga got in his face
These lil gon' take your plate if you don't eat
Young tied to the streets
My lil nigga died in these
Yeah,
I to God that I would make it to the top
A young street nigga tryna make it off the
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 get arrested
I know he was and respected
Told him it down, he neglected
Now he at of Corrections
Visitation, his expressions
Nigga told me that he learned his
from his kids, he depressed
Mama stressing, for a blessing
You I got love for your struggle
Even though you it on the under
Fuck nigga, take that nigga under
talking, hit him with a plunger
I just hit a for some jiggas
We gon' split it right down the
I don't even pay a hitter
shit just a hobby to my nigga
I ain't ever hiding from you
Turn into Bin on you nigga
I know you plottin' on me, scheming
Followed your baby mama to the
I know where you live, where you at
Send my right to where you eat at
Cool it down, you don't to see that
Cool it down, you want to see that
nigga, yeah yeah