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 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 streets all my
beef all my life
I'ma ride if you wrong or
niggas gon' be gone tonight
I saw you in a minute
Wishing you was here to see how changed
I was young, blowing money
It was gone as quick as it
I know you fucked up
When you're stressed out, I be feeling your
I'm feeling the same
We just some young 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 know do you
He that Ruger, he carry that Ruger
My niggas to rob, I had to tell my lil nigga chill
Fuck 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 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 on iron all through the city
The shit that I'm rapping, I'm really
Ain't even been to the in a minute
These niggas start hating, want to kill me
love, fuck around and get wet up
Head on my shoulder, won't go for the
My foot on the pedal, no I won't let up
Claiming he real, I told him to up
I some real friends and not them fake ones
Niggas they changed, supposed to be my day
Fuck repping the hood, I'm repping the
I got a lot on my
Go to sleep a K and don't ever need play
My lil got shot in his face
These lil niggas gon' your plate if you don't eat
Young tied to the streets
My lil nigga died in streets
Yeah,
I prayed to God that I would 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 just saw my niggas get
I know he was and respected
Told him it down, he neglected
Now he at Department of
Visitation, peeping his
Nigga told me that he his lesson
from his kids, he depressed
Mama stressing, for a blessing
You know I got love for struggle
Even you keep it on the under
Fuck nigga, take that nigga under
Shit talking, hit him a plunger
I just hit a lick for jiggas
We gon' 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 on me, scheming
your baby mama to the cleaners
I know where you live, where you at
Send my right to where you eat at
Cool it down, you want to see that
Cool it down, you don't want to see
Young nigga, yeah