Luyện nghe bài hát Who Holds His Own

1:
I was born a poor black kid, Pops a bid
ran down tenement, barely no in the fridge
My Moms had to raise my on her own
all alone, had a Father home
I clear as day seein' my Mother pray
hopin' I don't be like my and go the other way
but you get tired of pockets bein' empty
gear skimpy, yo the peer tempt me
at Thirteen had to get my by all
to fiends, Pops up State raisin' Hell in the Greens
fuck that, I'm'a hustle, I can't see my Momma
in these Harlem streets loves you.

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

2:
Never was a A student
always played hookie, buddhad
dropped out of High school, the raised me
runnin' 'round holdin' crazy
My Pops me, left when I was a Baby
perhaps he hate me, why the make me?
why the Hell is life like this? Trife this?
sometimes I slice my wrist
found out I had a gift and thought 'bout shit
now I'm changin', whole like
left the game'n for the rap game'n
ain't exactly where I wanna be but I ain't
maintainin', focus on my money and my
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 figures
leavin'
they say thugs go to Hell when we stop breathin', and I 'em
and I ain't 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 they won't be like me
be there for them, not no Penetentiary
think back, sippin' Remy, Henessey
nigga ballin' now, gotta say one love to

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