Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras come
You and your man every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, vanish every summer
Where the blue vans come, we throw the work in the can and run
the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt some more and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys don't to much
And girls in the wouldn't fuck us if we talked too much
So they ran up town and them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price new
Your 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 your car, and argue all day about
the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs 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 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, Marcy son, nothing nice
Mentally been many but I'm Brooklyn's own
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
Mentally been places but I'm Brooklyn's own
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, Ain't nothing
Mentally been places but I'm Brooklyn's own

I'm from the place where the church is the
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, damn I was just him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place
Where the Liqour and the base well
And Government, fuck Government, politic themselves
we call the cops the A-Team
Cause they hop out of vans and spray
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at
Where how you get rid of who step out of line, your rep solidifies
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 guys who live just like me?
We'll never
One day I to you and said if I ever blow, Let 'em know
ain't exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't
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
Mentally many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, I'm from, Marcy 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 nothing
Mentally been places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing
Mentally been places but I'm Brooklyn's own

I'm from they cross-over and clap boards
Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, round the corner, and the street
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Lords meet
We make a million off of beats, cause our is deep
And tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, off weed
And no the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
Whether your four-feet or size, it always starts out with
Three dice and shoot the
Niggas they douce was live, now hit 'em with trips
And I down for their money, pa forget about this
This time around it's platinum, the shit on my wrist
And this on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this
will 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, son, ain't nothing 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 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