Luyện nghe bài hát All I Know

I came up in the hood, with teenage hustlers
grinders, paper chasin', scrapin' busters
By keepin' up noses an' caine homes, pipes an' cans
So they want they ride candy, painted like the man

Veta tryin' not to bite his hand
But they need 'em to keep 'em life they stand
Every prayin' for prayin' go as far as the ceilin'
Got me feel like I'm cursed from this heart I'm dealin'

An' all this liquor brother an' goose-neckin'
That I do but I don't to got me losin' blessings
God said He'll take the two steps if I take the first
I did but in it to pick an' sellin' the

under my feet, lost faith an' jump in the street
Back to serve a rocks, dyin' to the chrome in the
An' with Gs that take it to the block with 'em
Tellin' me, along with my greens, up pot nickel

Well, all I
That I'd been this road before
It ain't the first time, won't be the
I slow down 'cause I'm livin' too fast

It's to admit, I need some help
Still livin' with my momma, can't feed
Life ain't about who straight, who real, who
An' who gay, about who pray

You can clock my consistent an' efforts up
Uplift me, an' branches catch draft
When I'm choppin' down a path to down
don't even know how talk sound
I'm tryin' to stop the next step, drawin' the chalk 'round

of factually, I'll stand alone
With no to back me
God is my existence, exhalation, exactly
I'll pimp prophets, so profoundin', labels don't contract me
I'm one of a kind, they find a satellite to contact me

Let us bow, I thank the Almighty God for now
For the strictor, smile the tribulation an' trial
For me when the Devil was darin' me
An' scarin' me, synonymous for me

An' to my family, the Family
An' family, we all family
An' to me an' home an' my son, Kingston
My is my gun, revolutions already begun

Well, all I
I'd been down this road before
It ain't the first time, be the last
I gotta slow 'cause I'm livin' too fast

It's to admit, I need some help
Still livin' with my momma, feed myself
Life ain't about who straight, who real, who
An' who gay, it's who pray

All I know is charge cards, cars an'
Man, it's all for
An' all could go an' when it's gone, you
Runnin' up yo cell phone, God for

An' who to say day ain't all awful close
An' if you ballin', playa, it's because God's your coach
An' it don't 'bout the lies you hold, you broke
Things ya drink, an' cigars you smoke

He forgive you an' that's right
Now don't get me wrong, I like LL, but God 'Da
He da greatest of all time, if I'm lyin' I'm
Can I get a

But we got to stop, we got to doin' dirt
Comin' to Church with a Devil tucked in purse
Sittin' some leather from Atlanta, came up finish the
about sister, mom's an' hair

All the way bout what sister, mom gon' wear
This ya boy or should ride the martyr there?
It don't matter, at least that's the moral
In Sunday service, a Bible, lie defer the South

But God her, we here to thank God
An' that's the step inside Holy Church
I said step inside His Holy Church
We all God's Property an' not Kirk Franklin

Well, all I
That I'd been down this road
It ain't the time, won't be the last
I gotta slow 'cause I'm livin' too fast

It's time to admit, I need some
Still livin' with my momma, can't myself
ain't about who straight, who real, who fake
An' who gay, it's who pray