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 where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
You and your man every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the in the can and run
Where the plans was to get and skate off the set
To this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight
So I felt some something and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys don't to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we too much
So they ran up town and sought them to trust
I don't know what the fuck 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
Your was everything, So everything you said you'd do
You did it, Couldn't about it if you ain't lived it
I from where 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 cats catch cases, hoping the R and R's
But times find themselves locked up behind bars
I'm where they ball and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd remind

up a lung, where 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 but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, 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, Marcy son, Ain't nice
Mentally been 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

I'm from the place the church is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to god so long they Atheist
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 with him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight
Your laughing, you the place well
Where the Liqour Store's and the well
And Government, fuck Government, politic themselves
we call the cops the A-Team
Cause they hop out of and spray things
And life expectancy so low we out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who
If the is lies, god strike me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just me?
never know
One day I pray to you and said if I blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes ain't what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I 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
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, Marcy son, 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 they cross-over and clap boards
Lost in place of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, round the corner, and down the
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Lords meet
We make a million off of beats, cause our 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 dice and shoot the
Niggas thought they was live, now hit 'em with trips
And I reached 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
Niggas show you love, That's how they fool thugs
Before you know it your lying in a of blood

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