Luyện nghe bài hát We Made It (Freestyle)

We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up slavery
go out to all of my fans cause they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, love me cause I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, niggas in the
From Solomon to Sambo to Django, fact
I'm the of rap and I get it from the wheel
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran around in the
The gods raised me
Face all on the
Story all in the of the pyramids
Niggas the Black God saved me
You can the nose off, that won't change it
Obamacare heal all that anguish
We came a long way from the bottom of the
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our
necklace, middle finger erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illah illaha is the
All these niggas, I got to one
All these devils, I got to some
All these just waitin' on the war cry
Mama "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we it from slaves on a slaveship
Live the cotton fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
Walked in that bitch like "Nigga we it!"
I own my own masters, you know I missin' no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on haters
Mrs. Drizzy for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I really
While these rappers rap about guns they ain't
And a bunch of other silly shit that ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of look like an Oscar
tux, look like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga your tone
I come to court with black on
Y'all hella jealous of my
I could black out at any given
I'm God, G is the seventh made
So when my arms and feet shackled I get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back caves
These are the last days, but do I fazed?
Showed up to the supper in some brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
blind, baby
Blind to the fact of who you are
My crazy
Kings and queens and Michael Jordan
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all kill me
I've been from the snakes and the fakes
The corny handshakes, sucker we made it