Luyện nghe bài hát What The Future Holds

A big city, baby, time to bend on shit
Y'all people don't that shit is real out here
I'ma tell a story, now this story didn't happen too long ago
And it wasn't that far away, it's about real niggas
Niggas doin' real aight, so let me get to the first page
And I'll it down like this, chapter one

I was a young child, lost, went to church on
Walking a narrow road lead me to gun play
I was a boy respect my mommy
Looked up to them OG's like Querto, Phil, and

Felt as a young nigga, comin' home from school
love from them neighborhood drug dealers
Wrote change, Seville's
But real was a tradition, Brownsville

That was the first chapter, passin' stages
But the book is wider and its a lot more
The game changed, people got
And the same little boy is buck wild

Runnin' wit my homeboys from three nine
And one five five, totin' four fives
I dreams of being a rap dude
But I know the streets too so I pack tools

I lost a lot of loved ones to these
And lost a lot of loved ones over
That goes to show these streets ya
Look society created now, a monsta

My day and age was a different
It's when a slug take a soul
(Slug a niggas soul)
your dreams and follow your goals
'Cause who knows what the holds?
(Who knows the future holds?)

Our man and was left cold
Because a slug took the niggas
(Slug took the soul)
your dreams and follow your goals
'Cause who knows your future holds
(This is your future holds)

I wish somebody would a hand
So they could see how I fell
I'm on an emotional roller coaster ride, nothing to
A time ago I set aside my pride

And used my past as a ghetto guide, a few men died
Several stood beside me so I could smooth
Out the road for those that behind me
You where you can find me

Out on the blocks
Grippin' black glocks in of crack spots
It's just a hobby and since I was a
Thuggin', smokin', drinkin, totin' is how the family raised me
(He who as a gangster, will perish in these streets)

I know that's deep but I still shed for my mother
Two years after shed been laid to
And still some I need to chisel off my chest
My remedy for stress, I conversate wit my brother

Ten after his death, I know there's nothin' left
So I'm forced to a deep breath before I attempt
To another step, a lot of brothas slept
A lot of brothas was left cold in the street and
This is your future holds

My day and age was a role
It's when a slug take a soul
(Slug a niggas soul)
Follow your and follow your goals
'Cause who knows what the holds?
(Who knows the future holds?)

Our man died and was left
a slug took the niggas soul
(Slug the niggas soul)
Follow your dreams and follow goals
who knows what your future holds
(This is your future holds)

So you have it, you see a lot of niggas
about bullshit, talkin' about cars, jewels, and money
But in all reality, we all come out the bag of shit
of us may never see tomorrow, so my niggas
Don't you never, don't you ever forget where you come
Salute M.O.P. for life,