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 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, niggas every summer
the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the plans was to get funds and off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my wet
Faced with immeasurable odds still I get bets
So I some more something and you nothing check
I from the other side with other don't 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 just like us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, unforgettable
in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your world was everything, So you said you'd do
You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you ain't it
I from where niggas your car, and argue all day about
the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each throats for the love of foreign cars
Where catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But times find themselves locked up behind bars
I'm from where they ball and rhyme stars
I'm from son, just thought I'd remind y'all

Cough up a lung, 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, Ain't nothing
Mentally been many places but I'm own
Cough up a lung, I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm 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 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 they Atheist
Where you can't put your vest and say you'll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we'll be saying, I was just with him yesterday
I'm a away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a weight scale
Your laughing, you know the well
Where the Liqour and the base well
And Government, Government, niggas politic themselves
Where we call the cops the
Cause they hop out of vans and things
And expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of who step 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 just me?
never know
One day I to you and said if I ever blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes ain't exactly what takes place in the
Promise fulfilled, but still I my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice

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

I'm from where cross-over and clap boards
Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords,
I'm up the block, the corner, and down the street
where 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 night before was
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, off weed
And no the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
Whether four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out with
dice and shoot the five
Niggas 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 this glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit this
Niggas will show you love, That's how they fool
Before you know it lying in a pool of blood

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