Luyện nghe bài hát We All We Got

I to God that I would make it to the top
A street 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 all my life
beef all my life
I'ma if you wrong or right
Pussy niggas gon' be tonight
I saw you in a minute
Wishing you was to see how shit changed
I was young, blowing fast
It was gone as quick as it
I know when you up
When you're stressed out, I be feeling pain
I'm feeling the same
We some young niggas about 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 Ruger, he carry that Ruger
My niggas like to rob, I had to tell my lil nigga
Fuck catch a charge
You gon' be gone for a hundred years

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

I'm on iron all through the city
The shit I'm rapping, I'm really living
Ain't been to the hood in a minute
These niggas start hating, they to kill me
Fake love, 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 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 with a K and don't ever need play
My lil nigga got in his face
These lil gon' take your plate if you don't eat
Young niggas tied to the
My lil nigga died in streets
Yeah,
I prayed to God that I would it to the top
A young nigga 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 saw my niggas get arrested
I he was loyal and respected
him cool it down, he neglected
Now he at Department of
Visitation, peeping his
Nigga told me he learned his lesson
Missing his kids, he depressed
Mama stressing, for a blessing
You know I got love for struggle
Even you keep it on the under
Fuck that nigga, take that under
Shit talking, hit him a plunger
I just hit a lick for some
We gon' split it down the middle
I don't even gotta pay a
That just a hobby to my nigga
I ain't hiding from you niggas
into Bin Ladin on you nigga
I know you been on me, scheming
Followed baby mama to the cleaners
I know where you live, where you at
my nigga 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