Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

Llyod (Chorus)
New York City that's where I
where is foul play
we got ours so you should have
cause it'll be no 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

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