Luyện nghe bài hát We All We Got

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 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 beef all my
ride 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, money fast
It was gone as quick as it
I when you fucked up
When you're stressed out, I be your pain
I'm probably feeling the
We just some young niggas about
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 carry that
My niggas to rob, I had to tell my lil nigga chill
Fuck around catch a
You gon' be for about a hundred years

I to God that I would make 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

I'm clutching on iron all the city
The shit I'm rapping, I'm really living
Ain't even been to the in a minute
These start hating, they want to kill me
love, fuck 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
he real, I told him to shut up
I need some friends and not them fake ones
Niggas changed, supposed to be my day ones
repping the hood, I'm repping the state
I got a lot on my
Go to sleep with a K and don't need play
My lil got shot in his face
These lil niggas gon' take your plate if you eat
Young niggas to the streets
My lil nigga died in streets
Yeah,
I prayed to God that I would 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

I just saw my niggas get
I know he was and respected
Told him it down, he neglected
Now he at of Corrections
Visitation, peeping his
Nigga me that he learned his lesson
Missing his kids, he depressed
Mama stressing, praying for a
You know I got love for your
Even you keep it on the under
Fuck that nigga, take nigga under
talking, hit him with a plunger
I just hit a lick for jiggas
We gon' split it right the middle
I even gotta pay a hitter
That shit just a to my nigga
I ain't ever hiding from you
Turn Bin Ladin on you nigga
I know you been plottin' on me,
Followed baby mama to the cleaners
I know you live, where you sleep at
my nigga right to where you eat at
Cool it down, you don't want to see
Cool it down, you don't to see that
Young nigga, yeah