Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras come
You and man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the 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 some more something and you nothing check
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 them dudes to trust
I don't know 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 half-price new
Your world was everything, So everything you said do
You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you lived it
I from niggas pull your car, and argue all day about
Who's the MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the czars evolve, and thugs always are
At other's throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the R and R's
But most times find themselves up behind bars
I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme
I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd y'all

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
Mentally 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
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
Mentally been places but I'm Brooklyn's own

I'm from the place where the is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to god so that they Atheist
you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
I'm a block from hell, not enough shots 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 well
And Government, fuck Government, niggas politic
we call the cops the A-Team
Cause they hop out of vans and spray
And life expectancy so low we out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep
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 just like me?
We'll never
One day I to you and said if I ever blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes ain't exactly what takes in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, nothing nice

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
been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, 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, nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm own

I'm from they cross-over and clap boards
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 before was sweet
Niggas get for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed
And no the weather, niggas 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 money, pa forget about this
This time around it's platinum, the shit on my wrist
And this glock on my waist, y'all do shit about this
Niggas will show you love, That's how they fool
Before you know it your 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, 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 many but I'm Brooklyn's own