Luyện nghe bài hát Introspective

I killed her with the realness now I'm her life
Prestige is an illusion people tend to sight
I always be cory, youngest child of Dorothy
My brown mirrors the pure ferocity

I slung the E, held my first heat curiosity
Slept with it, rep it, streets empower me
I came from curses, cuffs, and pumas
To painting slums as visual as Evans Jr

I became a criminal few though I wasn't
My shot wounds, my birthmarks a thug and with the yanks
The quarters not I question my purpose in life
It must be to write, son I'm very
I child of the ghetto a very young Sherman
Bread not molding, the upholding

Unwritten laws of those behind walls closed in, picture me
But don't look at me differently on the strength that I'm
This is mega you heard my chain got stolen
I like Randy Johnson
Dudes needed work I assist Magic Johnson

Before rap my name was ringing in the
We took the block and of every gram cooked
The rap game a change gon' come like Sam
And big give the crown up and this means

His unwilling departure makes him king
Cormega, will still born in bedstuy, never ran never will
My life is very real a tri-beam measure my skill
Or true meaning who wanna it, I'm right here