Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

Llyod
America to the land of the brave
America welcome to the land of the
where to do anything for the consequences is the cage
follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into their
you can either live to or benefit from your ways
the enemies get they deserve the innocent get the strays
everything aint all gravy niggas are subject to change
and it gotta be the paper cause niggas is strange
I wake up to (momma missing? ) head throbbing heart full of
Urine dirty haze as strong 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 where they kill
America welcome to the where they steal
where niggas will your bluff till you let them know shit is real
where material will make bitches head over heals
drama appeals to most of the kids so they watch
where shoot 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 there virginity in elementary school
where the ambulances are late club floors get left with
over step on and "nigga what set you claim"
where niggas are fabulous billings and nice whips
where cops will fuck you up with flash lights and sticks
America welcome to the land where they you
America to the land where they hang you
where it pay to live with out sin or be an angel
and a regular day of just a bullet can rearrange you
where niggas will back stab you the first they get the chance to
the envious ways of a coward do nothing but amp you
I'm from South Side Jamaica where comics and are born
where you can wake up in the morning and brand new car is gone
where niggas that you up with is speeding and smoking crack
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 keep your cool there is constant hate on your back

Llyod (Chorus)
New York City that's I stay
everyday is foul play
we got ours so you have yours
cause 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 for them niggas, wars come

Tony

A yo Banks, let me