Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

I'm where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in your
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 funds and 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 something and you nothing
I from the other side with other guys walk to much
And in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we talked too much
So they ran up town and sought 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 half-price new
Your world was everything, So you said you'd 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
the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and always are
At each other's throats for the of foreign cars
Where 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 stars
I'm Marcy son, just thought I'd remind y'all

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

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

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

I'm from where they cross-over and boards
Lost Jehovah in of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, round the corner, and the street
From the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords meet
We a million 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
your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out with
Three dice and shoot the
thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa about this
time 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
you know it your 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, nothing nice
Mentally many 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