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
Pussy gon' be gone tonight
I ain't saw you in a
Wishing you was here to see how changed
I was young, blowing money
It was gone as as it came
I when you fucked up
When you're stressed out, I be feeling your
I'm feeling the same
We some 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 know do you
He carry that Ruger, he carry Ruger
My niggas to rob, I had to tell my lil nigga chill
Fuck catch a charge
You gon' be gone for about a years

I prayed to God I would make 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 clutching on iron all through the
The shit I'm rapping, I'm really living
even been to the hood in a minute
These niggas hating, they want to kill me
Fake love, 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 him to shut up
I need some real friends and not them 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 got shot in his face
These lil niggas gon' take plate if you don't eat
Young niggas to the streets
My lil died in these streets
Yeah,
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 just saw my get arrested
I know he was loyal and
Told him cool it down, he
Now he at of Corrections
Visitation, his expressions
told me that he learned his lesson
Missing from his kids, he
Mama stressing, praying for a
You know I got for your struggle
Even though you it on the under
Fuck that nigga, take nigga under
talking, hit him with a plunger
I hit a lick for some jiggas
We gon' split it down the middle
I don't even pay a hitter
That shit just a hobby to my
I ever hiding from you niggas
into Bin Ladin on you nigga
I you been plottin' on me, scheming
Followed baby mama to the cleaners
I where you live, where you sleep at
my nigga right to where you eat at
Cool it down, you want to see that
it down, you don't want to see that
Young nigga, yeah