Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

I'm from where the hammer's rung, cameras never come
You and your man 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
Where the plans was to get funds and off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds I get straight bets
So I felt some more something and you nothing
I from the side with other guys don't walk to much
And girls in the wouldn't fuck us if we talked too much
So they ran up town and sought dudes to trust
I know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us
I'm from the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgettable
Boosters in abundance, buy a sweater new
Your world was everything, So everything you said do
You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you lived it
I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day
Who's the MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs are
At each other's throats for the love of foreign
Where cats catch cases, hoping the 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, just thought I'd y'all

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

I'm from the where the church is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to god so long that they
you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just 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 weight
laughing, you know the place well
Where the Liqour Store's and the base
And Government, fuck Government, politic themselves
we call the cops the A-Team
Cause hop out of vans and spray things
And life so low we making out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap you think I 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
up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice

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

I'm from where they and clap boards
Lost in place of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, the corner, and down the street
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords
We make a million off of beats, cause our stories is
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the before was sweet
get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed
And no matter the weather, niggas how to draw heat
Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always out with
Three dice and the five
thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with trips
And I reached for their money, pa forget about this
This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my
And this glock on my waist, y'all do shit about this
Niggas will show you love, That's how fool thugs
Before you know it your lying in a pool of

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