Luyện nghe bài hát Hard Times

The lives hard times, we do or die
My crews fly hands high to the sky
So maintain son elevate try to
But now you're still 'cause incarceration is for
Yeah son you its on
Now who would be the clown in the nine-six to around and catch a

I show no if you irk me
I got physical that alert me when some herb tried to me
Or put the squeeze on it, break down the
But it won't work, were tight like the Q-Tip in the
Now is you is your brain intact

We be official when it comes to no B.S. rap
Here comes the lyrical, aerial raid where you rest at
Now test
I snatch your heart through your chest black
Gettin ill thoughts I sleep at night
I gotta maintain, blot the blood on my brain
the clappin, we can make it happen
Remember you ain't a killer, you only
I hate it, rappers exaggeratin
And never shot a gun in they life, they only
So clean and keep it real if you like my sound
And wave your hands in the air and put the down

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Brothas fought daily in the streets, we reek
On every someones flippin like an acrobat
I'm kinda young but I still gotta my own
And Ima what's mine till the day I'm grown
I keep my up, people say I got a gang
But I don't smoke I don't shoot and my crew slang
We hang tryin to get up in this rap game
So I can gain so and build my crews name
Rollin with juvenile thugs wit bad and bad ways
Who woulda thought that I had some
Dream and aspirations
Brothas are tired of being broke so maybe that's why free-basing
Wastin time nothing
Livin an outcast gotta get up get out and get something

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Look into my see if you can see what I can see
In my reality the whole world is me
Schemin on the key but yo I got this locked
Me and and found comin out the underground
Takin no prisoners my listeners we it real
My thoughts are militant, I'm in the killin field
Click click, my automatic, so where's the static
I got some joints up in my attic if you to grab it
I a cipher where my peace brothers don't sleep
You try to creep I that's when you feel the heat
I come in this rap game
Rappers act
I'm blowin the mic an back in the frame
They see me, they can't feel the real G
I represent, commercial rap never kill me

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