Luyện nghe bài hát Blessed

[Verse 1: Q]
What its for a nigga like me
Livin out his backpack night needin a new place to sleep
But is now, nigga!

Ones for the money, two for the
Three to get ready I feel I finally did it
Fours for the jealous rapper mad because he
that motherfucker to a critic
Man, I got so shit up on my plate dawg
I was hangin on them corners
wasnt straight, bitch
I aint gon make it at this rate,
Know Im sayin?
Nigga prayin up to God just that he hear a nigga
I the world got more problems and its much bigger
But I figured, Id get some shit up off my
To all my I would die for
Load my up, go out and war for
To all my niggas never make it out the streets
Fuck it, goin hard, dont let em see you weak
To all my niggas first steppin in the pen
a book and exercise, keep your spirit in
To all my niggas thats gon fuck around and die
Take our hats off, bow our heads and let us
wanna say

[Hook: Q]
Stay blessed my nigga, my nigga
Really think about it, could be worse my
Dont my nigga, yes my nigga
We all my nigga

2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Now how the Im posed to say this?
You see, my just lost his son while Im here huggin on my daughter
I grip her
Kiss her on the as I cry for a bit
Thinkin of bullshit to tell him, like
be okay. Youll be straight, itll be aight.
Well, that shit, whatever you need, yo, I got it!
Whether its money or some weed or in work, fuck it, then Im ridin!
You know wassup, but now a nigga couldnt around
Told myself that after yall that Id be a fuckin fool
To be livin by the rules
Fuck police tattoos, that happens when you ditch
But anyway, keep the faith, stay strong
solid brah
Keep ball cause its the only way up out it brah
A proud of ya
Tell to enjoy his newborn seed, Ill have whatever he needs
We the last of a breed, live life, smoke trees
See how far weve come, but most, Im sorry for son

[Bridge:
And you aint shed no tear
Ill be
And Imma be right here
I forgot those years
Ill be
But Imma always be right

[Verse 3: Lamar]
Livin in a premature place
Never to see the pearly gates break
Every time a detonate dates
Of carry crates of a scary picture
a family member that relate to ya
In December you was finna pin case
On your record in a stolen Expedition, it safe
As the record spinnin you was hearin angels
Every pun intended, that was wicked, comin from your
Recognize you listened and you hit the block again
because the minute after you had moved you would be slain
Open up another chapter in the book and read
Story of a gun-clapper really make a change
aint (blessed my nigga)
Yes, my nigga, youre
advantage, do your best, my nigga
Dont stress, you was granted everything inside planet
Anything you imagine, you possess, my
You reject these niggas, neglect, your respect
For the of a baby step, my nigga
Step, my nigga
One, two, skip,
Back, back, both ways
it off the hip
Blast at anybody say you cant flip
This crack rap music every other zip is a track
Get used to it, get it off
back, give back to the city youve built
Thats that, dont trip, see money, fuck niggas,
It aint nothin but a bunch of fuck dawg
In a minute gon be winnin
Put a faith in it then recognize that we all