Luyện nghe bài hát Different World

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

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

With grass stains on my and scuffed up knights
I was like, "Fuck school, I ain't to class"
money in the street, I was rolling with that
Never good at math but I knew how to add up

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

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

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

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

Fourteen and me on teeny raps on forty inch screens
I learned how to my hat, sag my jeans
a [Incomprehensible] piece, thought that'd be fresh
Me and my brother used to yank those
off people's necks

Summertime, Park [Incomprehensible] at 1 2 fifth
Stickin' kids with my identical
If I could go back in time, I take you with me
Show you what its like to live a lifestyle so

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

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

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

I'm West Coast, rap it forever
But I had to to the East to get all of my respect and my cheddar
To tell the truth, the only I really left is the weather
All of my the same, we always kept it together

this, shook one, drop the Mobb on top
Now Im rollin' state to state with shows
Seen the money Hav and P was off the top
All for hip hop, I wasn't back to the block

My man introduced me to you Nitty and G.O.D
Brought me to the to play music for Hav and P
You can't my dunns Noyd and Gotti
I was a nobody, they me love, told me they got me

Remember the first I hit the bong, I was doin' it wrong
Took us some months my high was gone
They we showed you how to up dutches, then it was on
Now we all across the county with hit songs

I had shit, I always had it all
We used to play guns, we used to play ball
I used to pump crack, in school I paid
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 to stay bent, I couldn't hold my liquor
Its of bugged out, two different stories in one picture