Luyện nghe bài hát Glory Days

Yea Spank, up my nigga
Sup, baby happenin'
Yo son man, look at this man
be fuckin' changin' man

Know what I'm man
I we just go back sometimes
You what I mean
No son, you know we all wish

That man, but we goin' through transition right now
Son as long as I got my with me
But let me yo

I'm about to your minds on a trip
'Cuz I rhyme I kick 'The Realness'
Remember niggas to take gold frames and snatch chains
In fact that changed, 'cuz the error of the game was real

Mad nights, I to daydream
Wishin' I could be the Alpo? Or Green for Fourth Ring?
I used to be magnetized to fly
Had a to get my cream and eventually rise

I became a little nigga gettin' type often
Livin' the ill life, sportin' Nike Delta
I saw and got my first taste for power
I never knew grams of powder make bags of dollars

I spent writin' graffiti
And like Smitty made gettin' rich look real easy
Remember
son you takin' a nigga back right now

Yo, to all my legends, whether live or in the essence
Facing fed time or in a pearl white
Sometimes you sit back and just analyze
'Cuz nothin' moves than the hands of time

And I when the whole drug game was hot
Son a cop got shot, in Queens
And tactical narcotics teams making
big time could get you fed time

Undercover vibe, pouring out just like red
Mega keys, C's 'bout D's
I heard stories 'bout 300 E's
Yo the mind of a is mine so handle it

The way I right rhymes, a gift
I used to that I could be fly like Black Trent
Rockin' Filas, rhyme was the thing I couldn't
I used to read about supplies busted

'Cuz guys that they trusted, made with D.A.'s, minds corrupted
The feds estimated Fat Cat was millions
Black Ratti was the nigga in my building
when
Yeah, son was doing his

To all my ghetto legends, whether live or in the
fed time or in a pearl white Lexus
Sometimes you gotta sit and just analyze
'Cuz nothin' faster than the hands of time

my story ends, rest in peace to Killa Ben
And live memories you live again
Sometimes I close my eyes and reminisce
And wonder how a lotta got so rich

I forget RK, he introduced lots of loose rocks
A few cops, and a sales from rooftops, yea
You shoulda the deez when Will bought the red 3-Roller
of those days are golden

Yea, for all my legends
burrough, all my niggas who was thorough
Yea, mean

Know I'm sayin' son
Niggas was holdin' it back then
Fat Cat, Montana, Big Wall, Queen
for the team

Motherfuckin' my man Supreme Magnetic and Four
All them Brooklyn
Alpo? And all them mobstyle niggas doin' it
Boy George all them niggas

was seein' money back then son
The Glory Days, what I'm sayin''
Y'all niggas what I'm talkin' 'bout, word