Luyện nghe bài hát Who Holds His Own

1:
I was born a poor black kid, doin' a bid
ran down tenement, no food in the fridge
My dukes had to raise my on her own
all alone, never had a home
I clear as day seein' my Mother pray
I don't be like my Pops and go the other way
but you get tired of your bein' empty
skimpy, yo the peer pressure tempt me
at Thirteen had to get my by all
sellin' to fiends, Pops up State raisin' in the Greens
that, I'm'a hustle, I can't see my Momma struggle
in these streets drama loves you.

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

2:
Never was a stray A
always played hookie, gettin'
dropped out of High school, the raised me
runnin' holdin' heat crazy
My played me, left when I was a Baby
he hate me, why the Mothafucka make me?
why the Hell is life like this? Trife like
sometimes I slice my wrist
out I had a gift and thought twice 'bout shit
now I'm changin', whole like
the crack game'n for the rap game'n
ain't exactly 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 goin' nowhere yo I'm

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

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