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, Inspect here, check

I'm from where the rung, New's cameras never come
You and man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, niggas every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we the work in the can and run
the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt some something and you nothing check
I the other side with other 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 know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us
I'm from where the is inevitable, Summertime's unforgettable
in abundance, buy a half-price sweater 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 your car, and argue all day about
Who's the MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and always are
At other's throats 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 from where they and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd y'all

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

I'm from the place where the church is the
And niggas is praying to god so long they Atheist
Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it
the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from shells
An ounce away from a triple beam using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you the place well
the Liqour Store's and the base well
And Government, fuck Government, politic themselves
Where we the cops the A-Team
Cause hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of who step out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the is lies, god strike me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who just like me?
never know
One day I pray to you and if I ever blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nice

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

I'm from where cross-over and clap boards
Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords,
I'm up the block, the corner, and down the street
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug meet
We a million off of beats, cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night was sweet
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
dice and shoot the five
Niggas they douce 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 on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this
Niggas will you love, That's how they fool thugs
Before you know it your in a pool 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, 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 many places but I'm Brooklyn's own