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 this here,

I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's never come
You and your man houndin' verse in your rhyme
Where the is slung, niggas vanish 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 this quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable still I get straight bets
So I felt some something and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we too much
So they ran up town and them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just us
I'm from the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgettable
Boosters in abundance, buy a sweater new
world was everything, So everything you said you'd do
You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you lived it
I from where pull your car, and argue all day about
the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs are
At each other's throats for the love of foreign
Where cats catch cases, hoping the R and R's
But most times find themselves locked up bars
I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme
I'm Marcy son, just thought I'd remind y'all

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

I'm from the place the church is the flakiest
And is praying to god so long that they Atheist
Where you can't put your vest 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 enough shots from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a weight scale
Your laughing, you know the well
the Liqour Store's and the base well
And Government, Government, niggas politic themselves
Where we call the cops the
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, rep solidifies
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 said if I blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing
been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
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, Marcy son, Ain't nice
Mentally been many but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing
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, the corner, and down the street
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Lords meet
We make a off of beats, cause our stories is deep
And tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet
Niggas get for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed
And no matter the weather, know how to draw heat
Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out
Three and shoot the five
thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with trips
And I down for their money, pa forget about this
This time it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist
And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit this
Niggas will show you love, That's how they fool
you know it your lying in a pool of blood

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
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