Luyện nghe bài hát Who Holds His Own

1:
I was a poor black kid, Pops doin' a bid
ran down tenement, barely no in the fridge
My Moms dukes had to my on her own
all alone, never had a home
I remember as day seein' my Mother pray
hopin' I don't be my Pops and go the other way
but you get of your pockets bein' empty
gear skimpy, yo the peer pressure 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 struggle
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 stray A
always hookie, gettin' buddhad
dropped out of school, the streets raised me
runnin' 'round holdin' heat
My Pops me, left when I was a Baby
perhaps he hate me, why the make me?
why the is life like this? Trife like this?
I wanna slice my wrist
found out I had a gift and twice 'bout shit
now I'm changin', like 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 ain't goin' nowhere yo I'm

3:
Man, I miss them niggas who got clapped for tryin' to get figures
everybody
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
love my seeds, look like me
dress like me, gotta be the best me
'em up right so they won't be stressed like me
gotta be for them, not no Penetentiary
think back, sippin' Remy, Henessey
ballin' now, gotta say one love to Heavy-D

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