Luyện nghe bài hát We All We Got

I prayed to God that I 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

Been in the all my life
Business beef all my
I'ma ride if you or right
Pussy niggas gon' be tonight
I saw you in a minute
Wishing you was here to see how changed
I was young, blowing fast
It was gone as as it came
I know when you up
When you're stressed out, I be your pain
I'm probably feeling the
We just some young niggas money
Ain't shitted on nobody
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 carry Ruger
My niggas to rob, I had to tell my lil nigga chill
Fuck around catch a
You gon' be gone for a hundred years

I prayed to God I would make 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'm clutching on all through the city
The shit I'm rapping, I'm really living
Ain't even been to the in a minute
These niggas start hating, they to kill me
Fake love, fuck and get wet up
Head on my shoulder, won't go for the
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 fake ones
Niggas they changed, 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 got shot 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 prayed to God that I make it to the top
A young street nigga tryna 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 cool it down, he
Now he at Department of
Visitation, his expressions
Nigga told me that he his lesson
Missing his kids, he depressed
Mama stressing, praying for a
You know I got love for struggle
Even though you it on the under
Fuck that nigga, take that under
talking, hit him with a plunger
I just hit a lick for jiggas
We split it right down the middle
I don't even gotta pay a
That shit just a hobby to my
I ain't ever from you niggas
into Bin Ladin on you nigga
I know you been plottin' on me,
your baby mama to the cleaners
I where you live, where you sleep at
Send my right to where you eat at
Cool it down, you don't to see that
Cool it down, you don't want to see
Young nigga, yeah