Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in rhyme
the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the blue 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 immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt more something and you nothing check
I from the other side other guys don't walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we talked too
So ran up town and sought 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
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 pull your car, and all day about
Who's the MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs are
At each throats for the love of foreign cars
cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But times find themselves locked up behind bars
I'm from where they and breed rhyme stars
I'm from son, just thought I'd remind y'all

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, 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 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
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nice
been many 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 that Atheist
Where you can't put your vest away and say wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was with him yesterday
I'm a block away hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place
Where the Liqour and the base well
And Government, fuck Government, niggas politic
Where we call the cops the
they hop out of vans and spray things
And expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
So me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the is lies, god strike me
And I got a question, are you forgiving who live just like me?
We'll never
One day I pray to you and if I ever blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes ain't exactly what takes 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, 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
been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't 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 but I'm Brooklyn's own

I'm from where they cross-over and clap
Lost Jehovah in of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, the corner, and down the street
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug meet
We make a million off of beats, cause our 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, niggas know how to draw
Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always out with
Three dice and the five
Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with
And I down for their money, pa forget about this
This time around it's platinum, the shit on my wrist
And this glock on my waist, y'all do shit about this
will show you love, That's how they fool thugs
Before you know it your lying in a of blood

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, 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 nothing
Mentally been many but I'm Brooklyn's own