Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

Llyod
America welcome to the 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 regret or benefit from your
the enemies get what they deserve the innocent get the
everything aint all gravy baby are subject to change
and it be the paper cause niggas is acting strange
I wake up to (momma missing? ) head throbbing full of rage
Urine from haze as strong as thirty grenades
when it comes to ammunition its thirties and K's
and them treys hold me down that du-rag that's on your waves
welcome to the land where they kill
America welcome to the where they steal
where will call your bluff till you let them know shit is real
where material will make bitches head over heals
where drama appeals to most of the so they watch
where they shoot at and most little niggas don't know they pops
where pressure comes on you smoke weed get bent to be cool
where the girls loose virginity in elementary school
where the are late 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 fuck you up with flash lights and night sticks
America welcome to the land where frame you
welcome 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 chillen a bullet can you
where niggas will back stab you the time they get the chance to
the envious ways of a will do nothing but amp you
I'm from South Side Jamaica 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 is speeding and smoking crack
play Russian roulette with their and there is no way to get them back
where the hood rats will surround you, the constant on the stack
its of hard to keep your cool when there is constant hate on your back

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