Luyện nghe bài hát Who Holds His Own

1:
I was born a black kid, Pops doin' 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 Pops and go the way
but you get of your pockets bein' empty
skimpy, yo the peer pressure tempt me
at had to get my by all means
to fiends, Pops up State raisin' Hell in the Greens
fuck that, I'm'a hustle, I see my Momma struggle
in Harlem streets drama loves you.

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

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

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

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