Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

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

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

I'm the place where the church is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to god so long they Atheist
Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it
Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held scale
Your laughing, you the place well
Where the Store's and the base well
And Government, fuck Government, niggas themselves
Where we call the cops the
Cause they hop out of and spray things
And expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep
So me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, god me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just me?
We'll never
One day I pray to you and if I ever blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes ain't what takes place in the ghetto
fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, nothing nice

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

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

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