Luyện nghe bài hát Blessing In Disguise

I live just for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't so
breeds jealousy, nigga, out here when getting fo's
Catch a nigga slipping, put a in his temple
Homie, it's the rules, money talks, simple
My kinfolk, call it what I'm living like the life
Only if he knew what I had to do to keep my right
I tell you I got 20/20
See it in the distance, hieroglyphics keep the rhymes
My mind like, game that
Real recognize real, .45 strapped
Underneath the white tee, Zimmerman get down
Hero, it ain't nothing but a sandwich, the cops now
the police, stop running
White terrorize nigga' neighborhoods, gunning
Down the innocent, and then the beginning
You was 50 in the 35, the ending is
You fit the description of the subject in incident
We gon' to take you downtown for some questionin'
Damn, a blessin in if you ask me
I was just about to hit the with my last key
Could it be that God is intervenes
With my life like he did so times in between
A a block away from the crime scene
A minute and that was me, think
I've been Ross since he was Teflon
Same nigga now it was then, nothing stepped on
Dopeman, yelling
Cook it it's rock hard, bag it up, sell it
Aroma so loud, so loud you can smell it
to them niggas getting caught go and tell it

Every time I turn around, got something to say about me
But y'all don't know a thing about me
Just what you see, that's what you me on
Every time I turn around the guilty be pointing at me
Homie, I'm trying to be all I can be
But not for free, that's why the fuck we roll, I need

Can't believe this day here, my nigga
I us sitting in the parking lot talking about getting money

in the wall, standing in the puddle
Sunny south Florida, a motherfucker
Ready for a war, barely talk
Ballys on, my nigga, as they back and forth
you wanna hustle, take care of my brothers
Raymond passed away, here's for his mother
It never is enough, trying to show her I love him
We were fishing buddies, breed the dog, the puppies
Pictures on the wall, we done raw
Niggas getting robbed, the only shit we can solve
We all wanna get it, ball for a
collect calls, tell our dawgs that we did it
Plenty money orders, that uncle Kenny taught us
Keep your face clean when out here bending corners
Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand
Regardless what we went through, I'm still right by your side
homies, worse than the ages
When you parking all your cars, they wanna the payments
petals dripping on the casket
Baby boy done grew a bastard
On lean, you know I fuck her fantastic
Work white as Rita Ora in that
shots, shed tears, that's war
Bust bottles on yachts, stand
Catch a case, talk, that's raw
Scarface, Rick Ross, big
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big

time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me
But y'all don't a damn thing about me
Just you see, that's what you judge me on
Every time I turn the guilty be pointing fingers at me
Homie, I'm trying to be all I can be
But not for free, why the fuck we roll, I need that

I need that, I that, I need that bad