Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

Llyod
America to the land of the brave
welcome to the land of the slaves
where to do anything for money the is the cage
follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into their
you can either live to regret or from your ways
the enemies get what they deserve the get the strays
everything aint all gravy baby niggas are subject to
and it gotta be the paper cause niggas is acting
I up to (momma missing? ) head throbbing heart full of rage
dirty from haze as strong as thirty grenades
when it comes to ammunition its thirty and K's
and them treys hold me like that du-rag that's on your waves
America welcome to the where they kill
welcome to the land where they steal
where niggas will call your bluff you let them know shit is real
where material shit make bitches head over heals
where drama appeals to most of the kids so watch
where they at cops and most little niggas don't know they pops
where peer pressure comes on you smoke weed get bent to be
where the girls loose there virginity in elementary
where the ambulances are late club floors get left with
over on sneakers and "nigga what set you claim"
where niggas are ghetto fabulous billings and whips
where cops fuck you up with flash lights and night sticks
America welcome to the land where frame you
America to the land where they hang you
where it doesn't pay to with out sin or be an angel
and a regular day of just a bullet can rearrange you
where will back stab you the first time they get the chance to
the envious ways of a will do nothing but amp you
I'm from South Side Jamaica where comics and stars are
where you can wake up in the morning and your new car is gone
where niggas that you grew up with is speeding and smoking
play Russian roulette with their and there is no way to get them back
where the hood will surround you, the constant trade on the stack
its kind of hard to keep your when there is constant hate on your back

Banks: (Chorus)
New City that's where I stay
where everyday is foul
we got so you should have yours
cause it'll be no when its time to go to war
New York City that's where I'm
I got my vest, I got my gun
And you should run if you got one
cause be no warnings for them niggas, wars come

Yayo:

A yo Banks, let me