Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

I'm from the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in your
Where the 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, sold all my wet
Faced with immeasurable odds I get straight 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 wouldn't fuck us if we talked too much
So they ran up town and sought them dudes to
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 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
Who's the MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each other's throats for the of foreign cars
cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But most times find themselves locked up behind
I'm from where they and breed rhyme stars
I'm from son, just thought I'd remind y'all

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, where I'm from, 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 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
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 the church is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to god so long that they
Where you can't put your away 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 still using a hand-held scale
Your laughing, you the place well
Where the Store's and the base well
And Government, fuck Government, niggas politic
Where we the cops the A-Team
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, your rep
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 forgiving guys who live just 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 I feel my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nice

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, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nice
been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, 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
been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

I'm where they cross-over and clap boards
Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, round the corner, and down the
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the 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 in the streets, twisted off weed
And no matter the weather, know how to draw heat
Whether your four-feet or size, it always starts out with
Three dice and shoot the
Niggas thought they was live, now hit 'em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa about this
This time around it's platinum, the shit on my wrist
And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about
Niggas will show you love, That's how fool thugs
you know it your lying in a pool of blood

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