Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

Uh-huh, je-je-jeah
Ye-ye-yeah,
How is this, how real is this
Uh-huh huh, Inspect here, check

I'm from where the rung, New's cameras never come
You and man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
Where the is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the blue would come, we throw the work in the can and run
the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this quicker, sold all my weight wet
with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt more something and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys don't to much
And girls in the projects fuck us if we talked too much
So they ran up town and them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck thought, those niggas is foul just like us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, unforgettable
Boosters in abundance, buy a sweater new
world was everything, So everything you said you'd do
You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you ain't it
I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day
the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each other's throats for the love of foreign
Where cats cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But most times themselves locked up behind bars
I'm from where they ball and breed stars
I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd remind

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing
Mentally been many but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nice
Mentally been many places but I'm own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, nothing nice
Mentally been places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been places but I'm Brooklyn's own

I'm the place where the church is the flakiest
And niggas is to god so long that they Atheist
Where you can't put vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from shells
An away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place
Where the Liqour and the base well
And Government, fuck Government, politic themselves
Where we call the the A-Team
Cause they hop out of and spray things
And life expectancy so low we out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep
So tell me when I rap you think I a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, god me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live like me?
We'll know
One day I to you and said if I ever blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes ain't exactly what place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nice

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, son, Ain't nothing nice
been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing
Mentally been many places but I'm own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, nothing nice
Mentally been places but I'm Brooklyn's own

I'm where they cross-over and clap boards
Lost Jehovah in of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, round the corner, and down the
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug meet
We make a million off of beats, cause our is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as as the night before was sweet
get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed
And no the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out
Three dice and the five
Niggas they douce was live, now hit 'em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa forget this
This time around it's platinum, like the on my wrist
And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do about this
Niggas will show you love, how they fool thugs
you know it your lying in a pool of blood

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nice
Mentally many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, nothing nice
been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, nothing nice
Mentally many places but I'm Brooklyn's own