Luyện nghe bài hát Who Holds His Own

1:
I was born a poor black kid, Pops a bid
ran tenement, barely no food in the fridge
My Moms dukes had to my on her own
all alone, had a Father home
I remember clear as day seein' my pray
hopin' I be like my Pops and go the other way
but you get of your pockets bein' empty
gear skimpy, yo the peer tempt me
at had to get my by all means
sellin' to fiends, Pops up State raisin' in the Greens
that, I'm'a hustle, I can't see my Momma struggle
in these Harlem streets loves you.

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

2:
Never was a stray A
always played hookie, gettin'
out of High school, the streets raised me
runnin' 'round holdin' crazy
My Pops played me, left when I was a
perhaps he me, why the Mothafucka make me?
why the Hell is life like Trife like this?
sometimes I slice my wrist
found out I had a gift and thought twice 'bout
now I'm changin', like re-arrangin'
left the crack for the rap game'n
exactly where I wanna be but I ain't complainin'
maintainin', on my money 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 tryin' to get them
leavin'
they say thugs go to when we stop breathin', and I believe 'em
and I ain't tryin' to be there, I got mouths to
love my seeds, look like me
like me, gotta be the best like me
raise 'em up right so they won't be like me
gotta be for them, not no Penetentiary
back, sippin' Remy, maybe Henessey
nigga ballin' now, gotta say one love to

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