Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras come
You and your man houndin' every in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, vanish every summer
the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, all my weight wet
with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt more something and you nothing check
I from the side with other guys don't walk to much
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
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 lived 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 times themselves locked up behind bars
I'm where they ball and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy son, thought I'd remind y'all

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, where I'm from, son, Ain't nothing nice
been many places but I'm Brooklyn's 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, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nice
Mentally been many 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

I'm from the place the church is the flakiest
And is praying to god so long that they Atheist
Where you can't put vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him
I'm a away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place
Where the Liqour Store's and the well
And Government, fuck Government, politic themselves
Where we call the cops the
Cause they hop out of vans and things
And expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap you I give a fuck who criticize?
If the is lies, god strike me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live like me?
We'll know
One day I pray to you and said if I blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes ain't exactly what takes place in the
Promise fulfilled, but still I my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, son, ain't nothing 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, where I'm from, 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 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

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

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