Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

Llyod
America welcome to the land of the
welcome to the land of the slaves
where to do anything for money the consequences is the
the path of a dummy hop a fence into their grave
you can either live to regret or benefit from your
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 acting
I up to (momma missing? ) head throbbing heart full of rage
Urine dirty from haze as as thirty grenades
it comes to ammunition its thirty thirties and K's
and treys hold me down like that du-rag that's on your waves
America welcome to the land where kill
America welcome to the where they steal
where niggas will your bluff till you let them know shit is real
where material shit will make bitches head heals
drama appeals to most of the kids so they watch
where they shoot at cops and most little niggas don't know pops
where peer pressure comes on you smoke weed get to be cool
where the girls there virginity in elementary school
where the ambulances are late club floors get with stains
over on sneakers and "nigga what set you claim"
where niggas are fabulous billings and nice whips
where cops will fuck you up with flash lights and night
welcome to the land where they frame you
America welcome to the land they hang you
where it doesn't pay to live out sin or be an angel
and a regular day of just a bullet can rearrange you
niggas will back stab you the first 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 up in the morning and your brand new car is gone
where niggas that you up with is speeding and smoking crack
play Russian roulette with their 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 when there is constant hate on your

Llyod (Chorus)
New York City where I stay
where is foul play
we got ours so you should yours
it'll be no warnings when its time to go to war
New York City where I'm from
I got my vest, I got my gun
And you should run if you got one
cause it'll be no warnings for them niggas, wars

Tony

A yo Banks, let me