Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

Oh shit once again

I'm from where get killed for running they mouth
I'm from where niggas get they weight up in front of they
Cop coke it to the waist of they spouse
I don't think I'll ever know what all this hatin'
Got a I don't know what perpetrating about
Got big dog one pop and you out

Love women that suck and keep the nut in they
While I lean back gee how she loving my house
Let me tell you three that the Dutch is about
'Cuzzi grands slow dick in yo mouth
And when you that moan he kicking you out
Hell naw I'm ain't no hater that's what I'm about

Ayo they wanna flip me me half and quarter ounce me
Try to speak my out loud and mispronounce me
Hit me four five rubber grip me them love me in a five
But the dealer trying to six me, dimes twist me
Nah you can't me go 'head with the mo' at the bar
You better cris me blue 528 doing sixty

Cuttin' duckin' fifty
Hit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a
Killa cam, Dutch and the spade flow
The streets so I keep my tool
If yo ass wanna live you keep your cool

Yo, yo, yo where I'm they let the cartridge blast
Everybody in math loan sharks with cash
Running from the and task streets arts and craft
Come on I start to laugh 'cause I almost caught the case
Rich ass now a niggas paid out suede couch
I'm hooded things bitch butt be way out

These cats be he cliff when I come around play mouse
and Minnie Jerry from Tom heavy in arms
In front of bam bam Hanna Barbara lover big
Cotton candy blue gators
Y'all in astonishment for acknowledgment
We pour it on 'em meet a throw wall off on 'em

Any repercussions sure my seeds bubble
If you hear me on clue I said I see double
Guns double tecks double sex
Accountant my money but I double check
Bubble lex ain't too much I care about
Liquor store and the Bronx old warehouse it out
L's with my sounds sew a helluva whisper

up a hoe tell her you miss her
Dealing with the old timers was a listener
Business sale a few differ nigga slippers
Mommy is senseless get my moola I'm
Tell Medi she buy me benzes pour
Harlem mamma poor we off but back on nigga time to ball

Hung 45th and Lennox 3 piece suit bean pies the call
Gun up in the cord I got no time for y'all
We 8 you play frigate killa don't cook he blaze biscuits
Around us straight midgets jewels we keep
keep dozing the wolf in sheeps clothes and
Streets buzzing V dozen bitches calling me

we fuck when we wasn't
Lying on her coochie I'm dyin' for a
With an iron for a boobie style diamonds in the doopey
But killa keep running to the of a groupie
But need plate of a kind if ya dope ain't 8 or a 9
Don't waste up my you racing for shine

Only way you be motherfucking paper boy
If you quit job and go be a paper boy
swoop buck fifty gun shoot buck fifty
Bear facts buck fifty air max fifty
New York nigga to fuck with me
On her period blood sticky same flood missy
Toronto like Doug Christy

Fuck Christy Louie the 13 slugs with me head
Yo Quero kin chi blunt to my
But my day is Friday toast for my
Niggas try to stick like they Smokey and Craig
In real life nia think I'm "Long" and throw me the
Heard I said