Luyện nghe bài hát Who Holds His Own

1:
I was born a black kid, Pops doin' a bid
ran down tenement, barely no in the fridge
My Moms dukes had to my on her own
all alone, never had a Father
I remember clear as day seein' my pray
hopin' I be like my Pops and go the other way
but you get tired of pockets bein' empty
gear skimpy, yo the pressure tempt me
at had to get my by all means
sellin' to fiends, Pops up State Hell in the Greens
fuck that, I'm'a hustle, I can't see my Momma
in these streets drama loves you.

Chorus - Some niggas may have, some may not have, but God bless
the who holds his own, who holds his own.

2:
Never was a stray A
always hookie, gettin' buddhad
dropped out of school, the streets raised me
'round holdin' heat crazy
My Pops played me, when I was a Baby
perhaps he hate me, why the Mothafucka me?
why the Hell is life this? Trife like this?
sometimes I wanna my wrist
found out I had a and thought twice 'bout shit
now I'm changin', whole like
left the crack game'n for the rap
ain't exactly where I wanna be but I ain't
maintainin', on my money and my fame'n
entertainin', to the top since I came in
blazin', and I ain't nowhere yo I'm remainin'

3:
Man, I them niggas who got clapped for tryin' to get them figures
leavin'
they say thugs go to Hell when we breathin', and I believe 'em
and I tryin' to be there, I got mouths to feed
love my seeds, just like me
dress like me, gotta be the like me
raise 'em up right so they be stressed like me
gotta be there for them, not no
think back, sippin' Remy, maybe
nigga ballin' now, say one love to Heavy-D

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