Luyện nghe bài hát Who Holds His Own

1:
I was born a poor black kid, Pops a bid
ran down tenement, no food in the fridge
My Moms had to raise my on her own
all alone, never had a Father
I remember clear as day my Mother pray
hopin' I don't be like my and go the other way
but you get tired of your pockets empty
gear skimpy, yo the peer tempt me
at had to get my by all means
to fiends, Pops up State raisin' Hell in the Greens
fuck that, hustle, I can't see my Momma struggle
in Harlem streets drama loves you.

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

2:
Never was a A student
always played hookie, gettin'
dropped out of High school, the streets me
runnin' 'round holdin' heat
My Pops played me, when I was a Baby
perhaps he hate me, why the make me?
why the is life like this? Trife like this?
sometimes I wanna my wrist
found out I had a gift and thought 'bout shit
now I'm changin', whole re-arrangin'
left the crack game'n for the rap
ain't where I wanna be but I ain't complainin'
maintainin', focus on my and my fame'n
entertainin', risin' to the top I came in
blazin', and I ain't nowhere yo I'm remainin'

3:
Man, I miss niggas who got clapped for tryin' to get them figures
everybody
say thugs go to Hell when we stop breathin', and I believe 'em
and I ain't tryin' to be there, I got to feed
my seeds, look just like me
dress like me, be the best like me
raise 'em up right so they be stressed like me
gotta be for them, not no Penetentiary
back, sippin' Remy, maybe Henessey
nigga ballin' now, gotta say one love to

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