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 dukes had to raise my on her own
all alone, never had a Father
I clear as day seein' my Mother pray
hopin' I don't be like my Pops and go the way
but you get tired of your pockets empty
gear skimpy, yo the pressure tempt me
at Thirteen had to get my by all
sellin' to fiends, Pops up raisin' Hell in the Greens
fuck that, I'm'a hustle, I can't see my struggle
in these Harlem drama loves you.

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

2:
Never was a stray A
played hookie, gettin' buddhad
dropped out of school, the streets raised me
'round holdin' heat crazy
My Pops played me, left I was a Baby
he hate me, why the Mothafucka make me?
why the is life like this? Trife like this?
sometimes I slice my wrist
found out I had a gift and thought 'bout shit
now I'm changin', whole like
the crack game'n for the rap game'n
ain't exactly where I wanna be but I complainin'
maintainin', focus on my and my fame'n
entertainin', risin' to the top since I in
blazin', and I goin' nowhere yo I'm remainin'

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

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