Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

Uh-huh, je-je-jeah
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 your man every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, vanish every summer
Where the vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the plans was to get funds and off the set
To this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds I get straight bets
So I felt some something and you nothing check
I from the other side other guys don't walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't 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 like us
I'm from where the is inevitable, Summertime's unforgettable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price 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 where niggas 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 catch cases, hoping the judge 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 y'all

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, where I'm from, Marcy son, 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 places but I'm own
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
been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

I'm from the place 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 block away from hell, not enough away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a weight scale
laughing, you know 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 making out wills at
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 shit is lies, god me
And I got a question, are you guys who live just like me?
never know
One day I to you and said if I ever blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes ain't what takes place 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

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

I'm where they cross-over and clap boards
Lost Jehovah in of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, round the corner, and the street
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug meet
We make a million off of beats, cause our stories is
And tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, 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 douce was live, now hit 'em trips
And I reached down for money, pa forget about this
time around it's platinum, like 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 lying in a of blood

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, 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 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