Luyện nghe bài hát Autobiographical

It's the brown child, version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by
In Astoria, kid named, Tiki took the
The and the steak and the potatoes and the plate

Never a dummy, are funny
years of my life I thought that food stamps were money
So by ten I was the mess, got a men and then I had
So now I'm pocket books with Sean Wilkinson

Get that money, lil' nigga' that's what told me
I never sweated props cause my pops they couldn't hold me
Until he found shorty's got it going on, on
Who told? Damn,

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

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

She scold me, she just grabs the belt
Knuckle the buckle, me all about the pain she felt
At the precinct when a was spotted at the scene
Came up the green, not a cop could intervene

Listen here, you motherfucker
You going to fuck with me
Got me to this damn precinct
Dammit, I'm a kick your ass
Shit, you going to drive me crazy

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

So I'm up and out of the ghetto, son of a gold
slicking, Carolinian standing out like Ming China
A golden bull at though I moved around
The balls bounced to the bottom, at a small town

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

'Cause the next it was me and Ef on the furlough
We were the only kids but there were other boroughs
With Rockwell, D-Ski, Ron and Freddie
New York was represented like we for Rock Steady

Stan had and mics, every brother nice
Not could we rip and rhyme but backspin and slice
With Paris and and Christina P's bust
You know them loud, raunchy, trouble-making niggas? was us

A menace yet still I tennis, ain't that cruddy
with the Reeboks, they called them, Cut Buddies'
I hung one, only one younger brother
Shorty could cut and scratch up any other

Bigger his size, was barely five feet
In 83 beats that today rock streets
no one to grade it, still never debated
Some saw and but they never contemplated

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

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

Gliding, riding to my domain
For love and money, fuck fame, my life never be the same
As the next words, can you dig it?
I say I got a scheme, a-yo, I you figured

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

My real pops was a pusher when we he had a section
So I keep it in the family or at I make connection
With the figures for affiliated support
In my of cargo in the import and export

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

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

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

Though the kid was younger, quick thunder
With the to put you under
even, the shit can't fail
I saw Reese, with pote and made a sale

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

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

Fatigues before they were the
Pockets with and others with cash in
Thought I was cool with tools and mad
My pops was like, Read this, but I was like that

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

Back before the first generation of
My team was sheer cream, keeping bills green
Fashion, Calvin cooler, playing, The Ruler
And I can't on nobody cause 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
out to see Reg and Joe down on Merrick
But mostly it's the strip that I played like a
On the until the day I got knocked