Luyện nghe bài hát Who Holds His Own

1:
I was born a poor kid, Pops doin' a bid
ran down tenement, barely no in the fridge
My dukes had to raise my on her own
all alone, never had a Father
I remember as day seein' my Mother pray
I don't be like my Pops and go the other way
but you get tired of your pockets bein'
gear skimpy, yo the pressure tempt me
at Thirteen had to get my by all
sellin' to fiends, Pops up State Hell in the Greens
fuck that, I'm'a hustle, I can't see my struggle
in these streets drama 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 stray A
always played hookie, gettin'
dropped out of High school, the raised me
runnin' 'round heat crazy
My Pops played me, left when I was a
perhaps he me, why the Mothafucka make me?
why the Hell is like this? Trife like this?
sometimes I wanna slice my
found out I had a and thought twice 'bout shit
now I'm changin', whole re-arrangin'
left the crack for the rap game'n
ain't exactly I wanna be but I ain't complainin'
maintainin', focus on my money and my
entertainin', to the top since I came in
blazin', and I goin' nowhere yo I'm remainin'

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

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