Luyện nghe bài hát We All We Got

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 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
Business beef all my
ride if you wrong 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 quick as it
I know you fucked up
When you're stressed out, I be your pain
I'm probably feeling the
We just young 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 Ruger, he carry that Ruger
My niggas like to rob, I had to my lil nigga chill
around 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 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'm clutching on all through the city
The shit I'm rapping, I'm really living
Ain't even to the hood in a minute
These niggas start hating, want to kill me
love, fuck around and get wet up
Head on my shoulder, go for the setup
My on the pedal, fuck no I won't let up
he real, I told him to shut up
I need some real and not them fake ones
Niggas they changed, supposed to be my day
Fuck the hood, I'm repping the state
I got a lot on my
Go to sleep with a K and don't ever play
My lil nigga got shot in his
These lil niggas gon' take your if you don't eat
Young niggas tied to the
My lil nigga died in these
Yeah,
I to God that I would make it to the top
A young street tryna 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 saw my niggas get arrested
I know he was and respected
him cool it down, he neglected
Now he at Department of
Visitation, his expressions
told me that he learned his lesson
Missing his kids, he depressed
stressing, praying for a blessing
You I got love for your struggle
Even you keep it on the under
Fuck that nigga, take that nigga
Shit talking, hit him with a
I just hit a lick for some
We gon' split it right the middle
I even gotta pay a hitter
That shit just a hobby to my
I ain't ever hiding from you
Turn Bin Ladin on you nigga
I know you plottin' on me, scheming
your baby mama to the cleaners
I know you live, where you sleep at
Send my right to where you eat at
it down, you don't want to see that
Cool it down, you don't want to see
nigga, yeah yeah