Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

I'm from the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
You and man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, niggas vanish summer
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the in the can and run
Where the was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my wet
Faced immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt some more something and you nothing
I from the other with other guys don't walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't us if we talked too much
So they ran up town and them dudes to trust
I don't know 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 was everything, So everything you said you'd do
You did it, Couldn't talk it if you ain't 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 always are
At each throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But times find themselves locked 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 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
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 many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm 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 away and say wear it tomorrow
Cause the day we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from shells
An ounce away a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place
Where the Store's and the base well
And Government, fuck Government, niggas politic
we call the cops the A-Team
Cause hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at
Where how you get rid of who step out of line, your 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?
never know
One day I pray to you and said if I blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes ain't exactly what place in the ghetto
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 nothing
been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
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, son, Ain't 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 make a million off of beats, cause our is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was
Niggas get lost for in the streets, twisted off weed
And no matter the weather, know how to draw heat
Whether your four-feet or size, it always starts out with
dice and shoot the five
Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with
And I reached down for their money, pa forget about
This time around it's platinum, the shit on my wrist
And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about
Niggas show you love, That's how they fool thugs
Before you know it your in a pool of blood

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 nothing
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