Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras come
You and your man 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 plans was to get funds and off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds still I get bets
So I felt some more something and you nothing
I from the other side with guys don't walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we talked too
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 where 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 it if you ain't lived it
I from where niggas pull your car, and all day about
the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs 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 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, nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, nothing nice
Mentally many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, son, Ain't nothing nice
been many places 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
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm 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 vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not shots away from straight shells
An ounce from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
laughing, you know the place well
Where the Store's and the base well
And Government, fuck Government, niggas themselves
Where we call the cops the
they hop out of vans and spray things
And expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of who step out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap you think I a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, god me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live like me?
We'll know
One day I pray to you and said if I blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes ain't exactly what takes place in the
Promise fulfilled, but still I my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't 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, 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, Marcy son, Ain't nothing
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 down the
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug meet
We make a million off of beats, our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off
And no matter the weather, niggas how to draw heat
Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out
Three dice and shoot the
Niggas thought douce was live, now hit 'em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa forget this
This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my
And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about
Niggas will 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, 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
been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own