Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

Llyod
America welcome to the of the brave
America to the land of the slaves
to do anything for money the consequences is the cage
follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into grave
you can either to regret or benefit from your ways
the enemies get what they deserve the innocent get the
everything aint all gravy baby niggas are to change
and it gotta be the paper niggas is acting strange
I up to (momma missing? ) head throbbing heart full of rage
Urine dirty from 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 on your waves
America welcome to the land where they
America welcome to the land where steal
where niggas will call your bluff till you let know shit is real
where material will make bitches head over heals
where drama appeals to most of the kids so they
where they shoot at cops and most little niggas know they pops
where pressure 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 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
America welcome to the land where they you
America welcome to the land where hang you
it doesn't pay to live with out sin or be an angel
and a regular day of just a bullet can rearrange you
where will back stab you the first time they get the chance to
the ways of a coward will 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 your brand new car is
where niggas that you grew up with is speeding and smoking
Russian roulette with their dreams and there 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 when there is constant hate on back

Banks: (Chorus)
New York City that's where I
everyday is foul play
we got ours so you should yours
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 run if you aint got one
cause be no warnings for them niggas, wars come

Tony

A yo Banks, let me