Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

Llyod
America welcome to the land of the
America welcome to the land of the
where to do anything for money the consequences is the
follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into grave
you can either live to or benefit from your ways
the enemies get what they deserve the get the strays
everything aint all gravy niggas are subject to change
and it gotta be the paper cause is acting strange
I wake up to (momma missing? ) throbbing heart full of rage
Urine dirty from haze as as thirty grenades
when it to ammunition its thirty thirties and K's
and them hold me down like that du-rag that's on your waves
America welcome to the land where kill
America welcome to the land they steal
where niggas will call your till you let them know shit is real
where material shit will make bitches head heals
where drama appeals to most of the kids so they
where they at cops and most little niggas don't know they pops
where peer comes on you smoke weed get bent to be cool
where the girls loose there in elementary school
where the are late club floors get left with stains
over on sneakers and "nigga what set you claim"
where niggas are ghetto fabulous and nice whips
where cops will fuck you up with flash lights and night
America welcome to the land they frame you
America welcome to the land where hang you
where it doesn't pay to live out sin or be an angel
and a regular day of just chillen a can rearrange you
where niggas will stab you the first time they get the chance to
the envious ways of a coward do nothing but amp you
I'm from Side Jamaica where comics and stars are born
you can wake 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
the hood rats will surround you, the constant trade on the stack
its kind of hard to keep your cool when there is constant on your back

Banks: (Chorus)
New York that's where I stay
everyday is foul play
we got ours so you should yours
it'll be no warnings when its time to go to war
New York City that's I'm from
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

Tony

A yo Banks, let me