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 all my life
I'ma ride if you or right
Pussy niggas be gone tonight
I ain't saw you in a
Wishing you was here to see how shit
I was young, blowing fast
It was gone as quick as it
I when you fucked up
When you're out, I be feeling your pain
I'm feeling the same
We just some young niggas money
Ain't never 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 that Ruger, he carry that Ruger
My niggas like to rob, I had to my lil nigga chill
Fuck around a charge
You gon' be gone for about a years

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 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 on iron all through the city
The shit that I'm rapping, I'm living
Ain't even been to the in a minute
These niggas start hating, they to kill me
Fake love, fuck and get wet up
Head on my shoulder, won't go for the
My foot on the pedal, no I won't let up
Claiming he real, I 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 a K and don't ever need play
My lil nigga got in his face
These lil gon' take your plate if you don't eat
Young niggas tied to the
My lil nigga died in streets
Yeah,
I prayed to God 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 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 saw my niggas get arrested
I know he was loyal and
Told him cool it down, he
Now he at Department of
Visitation, his expressions
Nigga me that he learned his lesson
Missing from his kids, he
Mama stressing, for a blessing
You I got love for your struggle
Even you keep it on the under
that nigga, take that nigga under
Shit talking, hit him a plunger
I just hit a for some jiggas
We gon' split it right the middle
I don't even gotta pay a
That shit 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
your baby mama to the cleaners
I where you live, where you sleep at
Send my nigga to where you eat at
Cool it down, you don't to see that
it down, you don't want to see that
Young nigga, yeah