Luyện nghe bài hát What's Free

You know what free is

What's
Free is when else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controllin' we see
Told my niggas "I you"
all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my stay free
Made a few but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm by 12, put a 12 on my feet
my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know times ain't true
Real life, free

a lad, I was cunning
Just got a pad out in
I keep my money
I need a ladder by
AK shots, niggas duckin' stray
a Top Dawg, that's before the K.Dots
Crackin' in '06, showmanship
it like you Mitch, disastrous on the strip
Holdin' on bitch, coulda never sold you a brick
With them you never been on a list
Mona Lisa to me ain't but a bitch
Hanging pictures like niggas swinging from his
We so different you thought didn't exist
The Megalodon seen on his wrist
I'm from the where they never make it this rich
God is the greatest, but been on his shit
Walkin' the pavement, I pray I'm
Over a decade and never favorite
Pot and kilo go in hand like we gamblin' huf
My amigo, a grams and we countin' 'em up
You was dead broke, I let you a pack
You paid for it, but I
Around and stole the
Screaming "gang gang" now you rap
Racketeering charges him on a tap
Lookin' for a lawyers wanna tax
Purple hair got faggots on your back

free?
Free is when nobody else could us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controlling we see
my niggas "I need you"
Through all the fame you know I true
Pray my stay free
a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm by 12, put a 12 on my feet
Told my "I need you"
up I know these times ain't true
Real life, free?

Fed investigations, heard they plottin' like I
20 mil' in cash, they know I got off a rap
Maybe it's the Rubins or the Robert Krafts
Or the from Marcy
Ain't no way they got my
Seein' how I now
try to knock me back, uh
Lock me in the for all
nights and I won't snap, uh
Two-fifty a and they
think I'm sellin' crack
When you my name up
To the judge just em' facts
Tell em how we all
These kids to go to
him how we ceasin'
All wars, stoppin' violence
Tryna fix the and
The way designed it
I think they want me (Shush)
Oh say can you see
I don't feel like I'm
Locked down in my
Shackled ankle to feet
Judge bangin' gavel
Turned me to slave from a
day in the bing
I gotta from a string
Just for a wheelie
My people in the city
From a cell to a chopper
the top of the city
You can tell how we
as I pop up we litty
Poppin' Bad Boy in '94
Big and Diddy
And counted me out
Like my ain't busy
That's five milli' in
Sit up in council, I'm
Phantom, five thousand
Hundred in a stizzy
Is we or rappin'
I might pop up with Drizzy like

free?
Free is when else could tell us what to be
is when the TV ain't controlling what we see
Told my 'I need you'
Through all the fame you know I stay
Pray my niggas stay
a few mistakes but this
Ain't I wanna be
I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my feet
Told my 'I need you'
Stay up I know these times ain't
life, what's free?

In the land of the free, where the enslaved
Three-fifth's of a man I believe's the
I'm 50% of D'usse and debt free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that's my
Hunnid of Tidal to boss it up with my G's
Smoke most of my niggas ever work together
You run a up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don't and
me and Ye
They you when you got
and Prince's DNA, uh
I ain't like one of these
you bought
My like a resort
My house bigger yours
My (C'mon man)
My better of course
We started food in our mouth
gave us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we
We the project a wave
You came back, and gentrified it
Took nigga's sense of
Now how free?
And the stole their
Soul and hit niggas with
I got a billion streams, got a billion dollars
Inflating like we 'posed
To be about this
We was praisin' Billboard but we were
Now I at Billboard like 'Is you dumb?'
To this day, 'fraid of what I might say
They gon' have to me Grandmama
I'm not slave (Ha-ha-ha)
Check out the rappin'
Style by me the HOV
at my hair free, care free
Niggas ain't free
your chains, whats your employer
Name the hair piece?
I survived the hood, no Shaytan rob me
My so good I'm
Practically livin' tax
Factory, me
Sold drugs, got scot-free
That's a CC,
free, still me
And expect me to not
Feel a way to day
You would say kill me
free, no shuckin me
I don't jive
Say "Happy Thanksgiving"
sound like a murder to me
Smoke
All of y'all calling out toll
Labels rob you for yet
You put a hole in me
Sugar free, but I'm soft for you
Lay a on Hov, my shooter shoot for free
I promise World War
Send an through a hands free,
kill you in 24 hours or you
Can't ignore the hand
On god, it's off the head improv
But no comedy
I fail, hell naw (Ha-ha-ha)