Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

Llyod
America welcome to the land of the
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 innocent get the
aint all gravy baby niggas are subject to change
and it gotta be the cause niggas is acting strange
I wake up to (momma missing? ) throbbing heart full of rage
Urine dirty from haze as as thirty grenades
when it comes to 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
welcome to the land where 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 shoot at cops and most little niggas don't they pops
where peer comes on you smoke weed get bent to be cool
the girls loose there virginity in elementary school
where the ambulances are late floors get left with stains
over step on and "nigga what set you claim"
where niggas are ghetto fabulous billings and nice
where cops will fuck you up with lights and night sticks
America welcome to the land they frame you
America welcome to the land where they you
where it doesn't pay to live out sin or be an angel
and a regular day of chillen a bullet can rearrange you
where niggas will back stab you the first time they get the to
the envious of a coward will do nothing but amp you
I'm from Side Jamaica where comics and stars are born
where you can wake up in the morning and brand new car is gone
where niggas that you grew up with is speeding and smoking
play roulette with their dreams and there is no way to get them back
where the hood rats will you, the constant trade on the stack
its kind of hard to your cool when there is constant hate on your back

Banks: (Chorus)
New York that's where I stay
where everyday is 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 run if you aint got one
cause it'll be no warnings for niggas, wars come

Tony

A yo Banks, let me