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

in the streets all my life
Business all my life
ride if you wrong or right
Pussy niggas gon' be gone
I ain't saw you in a
Wishing you was here to see how shit
I was young, blowing money
It was gone as quick as it
I know you fucked up
When you're out, I be feeling your pain
I'm feeling the same
We just some niggas about money
Ain't shitted on nobody
I do the crime, I do the
I ain't pin it on nobody, hey
My nigga, my shooter, I he'll do you
He carry that Ruger, he that Ruger
My niggas to rob, I had to tell my lil nigga chill
Fuck around a charge
You gon' be for about a hundred years

I to God that 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 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 iron all through the
The shit that I'm rapping, I'm living
even been to the hood in a minute
These niggas start hating, they want to 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
he real, I told him to shut up
I need some real friends and not fake ones
Niggas they changed, supposed to be my day
Fuck repping the hood, I'm the state
I got a lot on my
Go to sleep with a K and ever need play
My lil nigga got shot in his
lil niggas gon' take your plate if you don't eat
Young niggas to the streets
My lil nigga in these streets
Yeah,
I to God that I would make it to the top
A young street nigga tryna 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 he was loyal and respected
him cool it down, he neglected
Now he at of Corrections
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
Shit talking, hit him a plunger
I just hit a lick for jiggas
We gon' split it right down the
I don't even gotta pay a
That shit just a to my nigga
I ain't hiding from you niggas
Turn into Bin on you nigga
I know you been plottin' on me,
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 don't want to see
Young nigga, yeah