Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

Uh-huh, je-je
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 man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, niggas every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we the work in the can and run
Where the plans was to get and skate off the set
To achieve this quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced 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 walk to
And girls in the projects wouldn't us if we talked too much
So they ran up town and sought dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought, those is foul just like us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's
in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your world was everything, So you said you'd do
You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you lived it
I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day
the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs evolve, and thugs always are
At each other's throats for the love of cars
Where catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But most find themselves locked up behind bars
I'm from where they ball and breed 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, 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, 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 many 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 the place where the church is the flakiest
And is praying to god so long that they Atheist
Where you can't put your vest and say you'll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
I'm a away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam 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
we call the cops the A-Team
Cause they hop out of vans and spray
And life expectancy so low we making out at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, rep solidifies
So me when I rap you think 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 pray to you and if I ever blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but I feel my job ain't done
up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice

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, 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, 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

I'm from where they cross-over and boards
Lost Jehovah in of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, round the corner, and the street
From the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords meet
We make a million off of beats, cause our is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the before was sweet
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, off weed
And no matter the weather, know how to draw heat
your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out with
Three dice and shoot the
Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit 'em trips
And I reached for their money, pa forget about this
This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my
And glock 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
Mentally been many places but I'm own
Cough up a lung, 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 nothing
Mentally many places but I'm Brooklyn's own