Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

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

Tony

A yo Banks, let me