Luyện nghe bài hát We All We Got

I prayed to God that I would 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

in the streets all my life
Business all my life
I'ma if you wrong or right
Pussy niggas gon' be gone
I saw you in a minute
you was here to see how shit changed
I was young, blowing money
It was as quick as it came
I when you fucked up
you're stressed out, I be feeling your pain
I'm probably the same
We just some niggas about money
never shitted 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 carry that Ruger, he that Ruger
My niggas 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 I would make it to the top
A young street nigga make it off the block
I my niggas 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 on iron all through the city
The shit I'm rapping, I'm really living
Ain't even been to the in a minute
niggas start hating, they want to kill me
Fake love, fuck and get wet up
Head on my shoulder, won't go for the
My on the pedal, fuck no I won't let up
Claiming he real, I told him to up
I need some real and not them fake ones
they changed, supposed to be my day ones
Fuck repping the hood, I'm the state
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 gon' take your plate if you don't eat
Young tied to the streets
My lil nigga died in streets
Yeah,
I to God that I would make it to the top
A young street nigga 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

I just saw my get arrested
I he was loyal and respected
him cool it down, he neglected
Now he at Department of
Visitation, his expressions
Nigga me that he learned his lesson
Missing his kids, he depressed
Mama stressing, for a blessing
You know I got love for your
Even though you it on the under
Fuck that nigga, take that under
talking, hit him with a plunger
I hit a lick for some jiggas
We split it right down the middle
I don't even pay a hitter
That just a hobby to my nigga
I ain't ever hiding from you
Turn into Bin Ladin on you
I you been plottin' on me, scheming
Followed your baby mama to the
I know where you live, where you at
Send my nigga right to you eat at
Cool it down, you don't to see that
Cool it down, you don't to see that
Young nigga, yeah