Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

Uh-huh, je-je-jeah
Ye-ye-yeah,
How real is this, how real is
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I'm from where the hammer's rung, cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every in your rhyme
Where the is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the blue vans 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
Faced with immeasurable still I get straight bets
So I felt more something and you nothing check
I from the other side with 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 what the fuck they thought, niggas is foul just like us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, unforgettable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price new
Your world was everything, So everything you you'd do
You did it, Couldn't talk it if you ain't lived it
I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day
Who's the MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each other's throats for the love of foreign
cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But most times find themselves locked up bars
I'm from 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
Mentally been many 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 many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy 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 places but I'm own

I'm from the place where the is the flakiest
And is praying 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 with him
I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held scale
Your laughing, you know the place
the Liqour Store's and the base well
And Government, fuck Government, politic themselves
Where we call the cops the
Cause they hop out of vans and things
And expectancy 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 I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, god me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who just like me?
We'll know
One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, Let 'em
Mistakes ain't exactly what place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but I feel my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nice

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

I'm from they cross-over and clap boards
Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords,
I'm up the block, round the corner, and the street
where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords meet
We make a million off of beats, our stories 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, niggas how to draw heat
Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out
dice and shoot the five
Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with
And I reached down for their money, pa forget about
This time it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist
And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do about this
Niggas will show you love, That's how fool thugs
Before you know it your lying in a of blood

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 nothing
Mentally been many 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