Luyện nghe bài hát Different World

Yeah, yo, I up in the projects of QBC
I grew up in the lap of luxury where chickens for me
I used to Sesame Street
I to watch the D's play in the street
Plus I wait to squeeze my first heat

I used to pray to God before I went to sleep every
time I was kissin' them dice, hittin' my number twice
Holdin' hammers with the out with nice
Same time I was cap guns on BMX bikes

With grass on my jeans and scuffed up knights
I was like, "Fuck school, I ain't to class"
Easy in the street, I was rolling with that
good at math but I knew how to add up cash

I used to win at the bee's, my education was proper
My family wanted me to be a lawyer, a
I was talker, back in those days, I was a moon walker
With a picture of my shorty inside of my locker

I never had shit, I had it all
We used to play with guns, we used to play
I used to pump crack, in school I paid
I was a hard head, I used to listen

We turned bitches out, I to love them hoes
We wore hand me downs, I had new clothes
I used to stay bent, I couldn't my liquor
Its kind of bugged out, two different stories in one

Yo, the first year of school my parents noticed me slippin'
Smokin' cigarettes, skippin' class, detention
Every night all I heard was freeze, niggaz gettin' by the D's
And some pissed, I got a

Fourteen and watchin' me on teeny on forty inch screens
I learned how to my hat, sag my jeans
Wanted a piece, thought that'd be fresh
Me and my brother used to yank those
Straight off necks

Summertime, River [Incomprehensible] at 1 2 fifth
Stickin' with my identical twin
If I could go in time, I would take you with me
Show you what its to live a lifestyle so risky

I put in work in rhymes and
you was puttin' work in the streets
It's bugged out, whoever have thought that we'd meet
But its rap shit that made this whole package complete
They put us in the studio and put these to this beat

I had shit, I always had it all
We used to play with guns, we to play ball
I to pump crack, in school I paid attention
I was a head, I used to always listen

We turned bitches out, I used to love hoes
We hand me downs, I always had new clothes
I used to stay bent, I couldn't my liquor
Its kind of bugged out, two different stories in one

I'm West Coast, I'ma rap it
But I had to move to the to get all of my respect and my cheddar
To the truth, the only thing I really left is the weather
All of my friends the same, we always it together

Picture this, shook one, drop the on top
Now Im rollin' to state with shows nonstop
Seen the money Hav and P was off the top
All for hip hop, I goin' back to the block

My man Muggs introduced me to you and G.O.D
Brought me to the studio to play for Hav and P
You forget my dunns Noyd and Gotti
I was a nobody, they me love, told me they got me

Remember the first time I hit the bong, I was doin' it
Took us some till my high was gone
They we you how to roll up dutches, then it was on
Now we rollin' all across the with hit songs

I never had shit, I had it all
We used to play with guns, we used to ball
I to pump crack, in school I paid attention
I was a head, I used to always listen

We turned bitches out, I to love them hoes
We wore me downs, I always had new clothes
I used to bent, I couldn't hold my liquor
Its kind of bugged out, two different stories in one