Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

I'm from where the hammer's rung, cameras never come
You and man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the in the can and run
Where the was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable still I get straight bets
So I felt some more and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys don't walk to
And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we too much
So they ran up town and sought them dudes to
I don't know the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, unforgettable
Boosters in abundance, buy a sweater new
Your was everything, So everything you said you'd do
You did it, Couldn't about it if you ain't lived it
I from where pull your car, and argue all day about
the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and always are
At each other's for the love of foreign cars
Where catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But most times find themselves locked up behind
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 nice
Mentally many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't 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 places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, 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 nothing
been many 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 your vest away and say wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we'll be saying, I was just with him yesterday
I'm a away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held scale
Your laughing, you know the well
Where the Liqour Store's and the well
And Government, fuck Government, politic themselves
Where we call the cops the
they hop out of vans 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, rep solidifies
So tell me 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 just like me?
We'll never
One day I pray to you and said if I blow, Let 'em know
ain't exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, son, ain't nothing nice

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

I'm from where they cross-over and clap
Lost Jehovah in of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, the corner, and down the street
From the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords meet
We make a off of beats, cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night was sweet
Niggas get lost for in the streets, twisted off weed
And no the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
Whether four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out with
Three dice and shoot the
Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with
And I reached for their money, pa forget about this
This time around it's platinum, the shit 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
Before you know it your in a pool of blood

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