Luyện nghe bài hát Autobiographical

It's the child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named, took the cake
The greens and the steak and the and the plate

a dummy, rejections are funny
First years of my life I thought that food stamps were
So by ten I was the mess, got a men and then I had
So now I'm snatching pocket books Sean Wilkinson

Get that money, lil' nigga' that's what they me
I never sweated props cause like my pops they hold me
Until he shorty's got it going on, rolling on
Who Damn, bendecion

The man and my pop don't give a damn
The day I played with matches, the stove to my hand
Hot temperature, he told me the version
The ego in for the end of week excursion

Until I'm back, on the scene
Like a ball on the green, strokes with my team
And despite the commentary pop told me, I'm
And moms change-bank can't me, so

She don't scold me, she just grabs the
Knuckle the buckle, tells me all about the pain she
At the precinct when a pre-teen was spotted at the
Came up the green, not a cop could intervene

Listen here, you little
You going to fuck with me
Got me coming to this damn
Dammit, I'm a kick your ass
Shit, you ain't to drive me crazy

Now, happens Tori met Tom, not too ago
He was a nigga, yo, he said he had the flow
He loved a bro, I I didn't see you grow
To a TV show cause the said we all could go

So I'm up and out of the ghetto, son of a miner
City slicking, Carolinian standing out like Ming
A golden bull at heart though I moved
The balls bounced to the bottom, settled at a small

Hey, boy, what's name?, first day, first fight
I'm out of New York and boy, it don't sit right if white
Light were my steps from
Did my dirt on the low, a southern town

the next year it was me and Ef on the furlough
We the only queens kids but there were other boroughs
Rockwell, D-Ski, Ron Duke and Freddie
New York was like we danced for Rock Steady

Stan had tables and mics, every nice
Not only could we rip and rhyme but and slice
Paris and Foxy and Christina P's bust
You know them loud, raunchy, trouble-making That was us

A menace yet still I played tennis, ain't cruddy
Advanced with the Reeboks, they called them, Cut
I with one, only one younger brother
Doo-Wop could cut and scratch up any other

Bigger than his size, was five feet
In 83 broke beats that today streets
With no one to grade it, still debated
saw and hated but they never contemplated

It was the wild child with styles, pal but not foul
A dis was never okay unless it came before
Pals of mine, peoples though down
I next week and, yo, next week I'm NY bound

Seven days from that one I'm leaving love weighs a ton
I'm going to miss you niggas, yo, that rapping was crazy fun
But I'm leaving on the bus
I've got your numbers and we'll keep in touch, I

Gliding, riding back to my
For love and money, fuck fame, my life never be the same
As the man's words, can you dig it?
I say I got a scheme, a-yo, I gots you

Yo, wassup, wassup, is out here?
Yo, I just got a from that nigga, Tiki
Remember nigga Tiki?
He on his way from south

My real pops was a pusher when we left he had a
So I keep it in the or at least I make connection
With the prime figures for support
In my purchase of in the import and export

Flushing, queens back when junkies was the
My childhood held Buddha, had babies in dreams
I took pops off my shit list he had the fitness
To Tiki get his, what the fuck, pop? Jehovah witness

the fuck, pop? What's with the fizz-plop
I'm like, I put him down but the shit don't stop
at a law firm, for lack of fear
I wrote a resume, spending words a millionaire

there to the bank, see the bank's down the block
So now I'm to home, I clock, I plot
With
He's my cousin and a one

Though the kid was younger, quick thunder
the heart to put you under
Props even, the shit fail
I saw Reese, bagged with pote and a sale

Go ahead, get that money, get that
I ain't to let nobody see you
I got your back, baby, I got back
You five? You only got two

On one late night, I had a nice amount
than two weeks pay, playing with the new accounts
So I like a petal, fuck pops, I run with thugs
Levis, Tims, hoodie, coat, skully,

Fatigues before they the fashion
Pockets with and others with cash in
Thought I was cool with and mad trap
My pops was like, Read this, but I was like fuck

So I jingle-jangled, clocked at every
Tiki's getting paid and his star-spangled
And everyday, all day, night, yo,
on the strip in sub-zero weather

Back before the first of fiends
My team was sheer cream, keeping dollar green
Fashion, Calvin cooler, playing, Rick The
And I can't front on nobody I pulled on a woolah

Back in '86, first, foremost and
Rhyming on the corner, all I to be's on vinyl
I bum rush and boom bash, not for merit
Bounce out to see Reg and Joe on Merrick
But it's the strip that I played like a cock
On the block the day I got knocked