Luyện nghe bài hát What The Future Holds

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

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

Felt good as a young nigga, comin' from school
Gettin' love from neighborhood drug dealers
Wrote change, Seville's
But spoke real was a tradition,

was the first chapter, passin' these stages
But the book is and its a lot more pages
The game changed, got foul
And the little church boy is buck wild

Runnin' wit my homeboys from three nine
And one five four five, totin' four
I kept 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 beef
That goes to these streets haunt ya
Look what created now, a monsta

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ten years after his death, I know nothin' left
So I'm forced to take a deep breath I attempt
To take step, a lot of brothas slept
A lot of brothas was cold in the street and told
This is what your holds

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

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

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