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, this here, check

I'm from where the hammer's rung, cameras never come
You and your man houndin' verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, niggas vanish summer
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the 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
Faced with odds still I get straight bets
So I felt some more something and you nothing
I from the other side with other guys don't walk to
And girls in the wouldn't fuck us if we talked too much
So they ran up town and sought them to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought, 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 said do
You did it, talk about it if you ain't lived it
I from niggas pull your car, and argue all day about
the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs evolve, and thugs 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 locked up behind bars
I'm from where ball and breed rhyme 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 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, Marcy son, Ain't nice
Mentally many 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, son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm own

I'm from the place where the church is the
And niggas is praying to god so that they Atheist
Where you can't put your away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we'll be saying, I was just with him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not enough away from straight shells
An ounce away a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you the place well
Where the Liqour Store's and the base
And Government, fuck Government, politic themselves
Where we the cops the A-Team
Cause they hop out of vans and spray
And life 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 think I give a 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 to you and said if I ever blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes ain't exactly what takes place in the
Promise fulfilled, but I feel 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, 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, 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
Mentally been many places but I'm own

I'm from where they cross-over and clap
Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords,
I'm up the block, the corner, and down the street
From the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords meet
We make a million off of beats, our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was
Niggas get for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed
And no matter the weather, know how to draw heat
Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always out with
Three and shoot the five
thought 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 shit on my
And this on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this
Niggas show you love, That's how they fool thugs
Before you know it lying in a pool of blood

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, 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 nothing
Mentally many places but I'm Brooklyn's own