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 for money the consequences is the cage
follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into their
you can either live to regret or benefit your ways
the enemies get what they deserve the get the strays
aint all gravy baby niggas are subject to change
and it gotta be the paper cause niggas is acting
I wake up to (momma missing? ) head throbbing full of rage
Urine dirty haze as strong as thirty grenades
when it comes to ammunition its thirties and K's
and them treys hold me down like that du-rag that's on your
America to the land where they kill
America welcome to the land they steal
where niggas call your bluff till you let them know shit is real
where material will make bitches head over heals
where drama appeals to of the kids so they watch
where they shoot at cops and most niggas don't know they pops
where peer comes on you smoke weed get bent to be cool
where the girls loose virginity in elementary school
where the ambulances are club floors get left with stains
step on sneakers and "nigga what set you claim"
where niggas are ghetto billings and nice whips
where cops will fuck you up with flash and night sticks
welcome 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 from South Jamaica where comics and stars are born
where you can wake up in the and your brand new car is gone
where niggas that you grew up is speeding and smoking crack
play Russian roulette with their dreams and is no way to get them back
where the hood rats will surround you, the constant on the stack
its kind of hard to keep your cool there is constant hate on your back

Banks: (Chorus)
New City that's where I stay
where everyday is foul
we got ours so you have yours
it'll be no warnings when its time to go to war
New York that's where 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 them niggas, come

Tony

A yo Banks, let me