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 where the hammer's rung, New's cameras come
You and your man houndin' every in your rhyme
the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we the work in the can and run
Where the 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 some more something and you nothing check
I from the other side with other don't walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't us if we talked too much
So they ran up town and sought them to trust
I don't what the fuck they thought, those 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 about it if you ain't lived it
I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day
Who's the MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs evolve, and thugs always are
At other's throats for the love of foreign cars
cats 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, 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
Mentally been places 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, 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

I'm from the where the church is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to god so long that they
Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it
Cause the day we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
I'm a block from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place
Where the Liqour Store's and the well
And Government, fuck Government, niggas 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 guys who step out of line, your rep
So me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, god me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live like me?
never know
One day I pray to you and if I ever blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes ain't what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, nothing nice

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, Marcy son, Ain't nothing
Mentally been many places but I'm own
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, Ain't nice
Mentally been 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 the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords meet
We make a off of beats, cause our stories 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, niggas how to draw heat
Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always out with
Three dice and the five
thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with trips
And I reached for their money, pa forget about this
This time around it's platinum, like the on my wrist
And glock 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 lying in a pool of blood

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 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