Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

I'm where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
You and your man houndin' verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we the work in the can and run
Where the plans was to get and skate off the set
To achieve goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt some more and you nothing check
I from the 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 and sought them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck 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 everything you you'd do
You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you lived it
I from where niggas pull your car, and all day about
the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each other's throats for the love of cars
cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But most times find themselves up behind bars
I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme
I'm from son, just thought I'd remind y'all

up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't 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
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, I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
been many 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 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 we'll be saying, damn I was just him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from shells
An ounce away from a beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the well
Where the Liqour and the base well
And Government, fuck Government, niggas themselves
we call the cops the A-Team
Cause they hop out of vans and spray
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at
Where how you get rid of guys who out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap you think I a fuck who criticize?
If the is lies, god strike 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 ever blow, Let 'em
Mistakes ain't exactly what takes place in the
Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't
Cough up a lung, I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nice
Mentally been many places but I'm own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many 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, I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many 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, round the corner, and down the
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords
We make a million off of beats, cause our stories is
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, niggas how to draw heat
Whether four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out with
Three and shoot the five
Niggas thought 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 this glock on my waist, y'all do shit about this
Niggas will show you love, how they fool thugs
Before you it your lying 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 places but I'm own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, nothing nice
been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own