Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

Uh-huh, je-je
Ye-ye-yeah,
How is this, how real is this
Uh-huh huh, 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, niggas every summer
Where the blue vans come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the was to get funds and skate off the set
To this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with odds still I get straight bets
So I felt more something and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys don't to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we too much
So ran up town and sought them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, unforgettable
in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your world was everything, So everything you 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
Who's the MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each other's throats for the of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the R and R's
But most find themselves locked up behind bars
I'm from where they ball and breed stars
I'm from Marcy son, just I'd remind y'all

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

I'm from the place where the is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to god so that 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 him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held scale
Your laughing, you know the well
Where the Liqour Store's and the base
And Government, fuck Government, niggas politic
Where we call the 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 guys who step out of line, your rep
So me when 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 live like me?
We'll know
One day I pray to you and said if I blow, Let 'em know
ain't exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, son, ain't nothing nice

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 nothing
Mentally many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nice
Mentally been 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 of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, round the corner, and the street
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords
We make a million off of beats, our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night was sweet
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, off weed
And no matter the weather, know how to draw heat
Whether four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out with
Three dice and shoot the
Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit 'em trips
And I down for their money, pa forget about this
This around it's platinum, like 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
Before you it your lying in a pool of blood

Cough up a lung, 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, ain't nothing
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