Luyện nghe bài hát K.R.I.T. 4eva (Chapter One)

Let me die to see my name on the wall
fall, gotta make due
Yea I signed my deal, wasn't no mill
had a dollar to my name and I was broke by day two
Doing all types of songs, were jammin, don't get me wrong
But my pops was like "J ain't you"
Now I'm the 'sip take a to [?]
Cause eating off the food in my kitchen wouldn't do
I'm talking in the
All night from scratch
beats, at the best getting less than the crack my nigga servin'
"Where did I go wrong?"
Never should have school
I'd probably make more flipping burgers
Than kicking for niggas serving chicken for skrilla
To buy bottles for change
But on the while I'm hurting inside, tucking my
Knowing I'm of the game, shit
I wrote my songs on the grey hound of the A
Bitch I swear I ate a a day
I'm talking shit with the junkies at the track
Pedaling CD's that most ain't played
Gave it for free, cause most niggas ain't
I gotta get heard, take a hit of that
I'm high as fuck, asking
What good is a win if I take a
no answer
Blow the re-up on a
Down to fuck with but I'm to scared to chance her
Hit the DJ to get my songs spent
Talking "Just Touched Down" but my flight got
With a bottle in my hand, it's pretty gone
Take a slow sip, tryna that I'm on
With these 'sace shades, buck 50 soakin wet, with the heart of a but my pockets of a wretch
And that's before your rapper said he was a vet
I didn't muscle to pull
I couldn't stretch to the line
While you was eating breakfast it was dinner
For a pro go getter
Young nigga face but the soul of a old
Grew up to be just my pops and it shows, nigga
Rap [?]
But then there was a whole lot of "Who the is this?"
A lot of cursing: "Who the fuck is KRIT?"
Another acronym that don't for shit
And when it to names that's as bad as it gets
Fast forward ten years, now who don't know
Two albums on the shelf, I the sophomore jinx
I lost a few over ends, we don't speak
I'm thinking this must be God really want for me
Top floor reminiscing, lord I can't
Like, what happens if I close my and it's all a dream
And I'm backin that telly on Martin Luther
make a difference
Caught up in my feelings, lord why they listen?
Riding with my partner and he riding
I'm scared, cause I know he ain't gonna take his charge
He ain't prepared, and he'll have to that
And I needed another ride to the race track
I'm so thankful that them laws pulled us over
God took the wheel, neither one of us was sober
Downing bottle after bottle just to make it
I survived the worst of it, now it's KRIT