Luyện nghe bài hát We All We Got

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 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
beef all my life
I'ma ride if you or right
niggas gon' be gone tonight
I ain't saw you in a
Wishing you was to see how shit changed
I was young, blowing money
It was gone as as it came
I know when you up
When you're stressed out, I be your pain
I'm feeling the same
We just young niggas about money
Ain't never on nobody
I do the crime, I do the
I finna pin it on nobody, hey
My nigga, my shooter, I he'll do you
He that Ruger, he carry that Ruger
My like to rob, I had to tell my lil nigga chill
around catch a charge
You gon' be gone for a hundred years

I prayed to God that I make it to the top
A young street 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'm clutching on iron all through the
The shit that I'm rapping, I'm really
Ain't even to the hood in a minute
These start hating, they want to kill me
love, fuck around and get wet up
Head on my shoulder, 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
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 in his face
lil niggas gon' take your plate if you don't eat
Young niggas 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 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 just saw my niggas get
I know he was loyal and
Told him cool it down, he
Now he at Department of
Visitation, peeping his
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 you keep it on the under
Fuck that nigga, take that nigga
talking, hit him with a plunger
I just hit a lick for some
We gon' it right down the middle
I don't gotta pay a hitter
shit just a hobby to my nigga
I ain't hiding from you niggas
into Bin Ladin on you nigga
I you been plottin' on me, scheming
Followed your baby to the cleaners
I know where you live, you sleep 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