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 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

in the streets all my life
Business all my life
ride if you wrong or right
Pussy gon' be gone tonight
I ain't saw you in a
you was here to see how shit changed
I was young, blowing fast
It was gone as quick as it
I when you fucked up
When you're stressed out, I be your 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 know do you
He carry that Ruger, he that Ruger
My like to rob, I had to tell my lil nigga chill
Fuck catch a charge
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 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 all through the city
The shit that I'm rapping, I'm really
Ain't even to the hood in a minute
These niggas start hating, they to kill me
Fake love, around and get wet up
on my shoulder, won't go for the setup
My on the pedal, fuck no I won't let up
he real, I told him to shut up
I need some real and not them fake ones
Niggas changed, supposed to be my day ones
Fuck repping the hood, I'm 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 plate if you don't eat
Young tied to the streets
My lil nigga died in these
Yeah,
I prayed to God 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 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 and respected
him cool it down, he neglected
Now he at of Corrections
Visitation, his expressions
Nigga told me that he his lesson
Missing from his kids, he
stressing, praying for a blessing
You know I got love for struggle
Even though you keep it on the
Fuck that nigga, that nigga under
Shit talking, hit him with a
I just hit a for some jiggas
We gon' split it right down the
I even gotta pay a hitter
That just a hobby to my nigga
I ain't ever hiding from you
into Bin Ladin on you nigga
I know you been plottin' on me,
Followed your baby mama to the
I know where you live, where you at
Send my nigga to where you eat at
Cool it down, you don't to see that
it down, you don't want to see that
Young nigga, yeah