Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never
You and your man houndin' verse in your rhyme
Where the is slung, niggas vanish every summer
the blue vans would come, we throw the work 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 still I get straight bets
So I felt some more something and you check
I the other side with other 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 them dudes to
I don't know what the fuck they thought, niggas is foul just like us
I'm from where the is inevitable, Summertime's unforgettable
Boosters in abundance, buy a 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 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 throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, the judge R and R's
But most times find themselves up behind bars
I'm from where they ball and 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 nothing
Mentally been many places but I'm own
up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally 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
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
Mentally been places but I'm Brooklyn's own

I'm from the where the church is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to god so long they Atheist
Where you can't put your away and say you'll 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 shots away from straight shells
An ounce away a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
laughing, you know 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 and spray things
And life expectancy so low we out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap you think I give a who criticize?
If the is lies, god strike me
And I got a question, are you guys who live just like me?
never know
One day I pray to you and if I ever blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes ain't exactly what place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, 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, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing
Mentally been many places but I'm own
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, son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many but I'm Brooklyn's own

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

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, ain't nothing
Mentally many places 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