Luyện nghe bài hát Who Holds His Own

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

Chorus - Some niggas may have, some niggas may not have, but God
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
'round holdin' heat crazy
My Pops played me, when I was a Baby
perhaps he hate me, why the make me?
why the Hell is life this? Trife like this?
sometimes I wanna my wrist
out I had a gift and thought twice 'bout shit
now I'm changin', whole like
left the crack for the rap game'n
ain't where I wanna be but I ain't complainin'
maintainin', focus on my and my fame'n
entertainin', to the top since I came in
blazin', and I ain't goin' nowhere yo I'm

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

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