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 my first deal, wasn't no mill
Barely had a to my name and I was broke by day two
Doing all types of songs, they jammin, don't get me wrong
But my pops was like "J this you"
Now I'm the 'sip take a to [?]
eating off the food in my grandma's kitchen wouldn't do
I'm talking in the
All mixing from scratch
Making beats, at the best getting less the crack my nigga servin'
"Where did I go wrong?"
Never have quit school
I'd probably make money flipping burgers
Than kicking verses for niggas serving chicken for
To buy some bottles for
But on the while I'm hurting inside, my pride
I'm ahead of the game, shit
I wrote my best songs on the hound of the A
Bitch I I ate a sandwich a day
I'm talking shit with the junkies at the track
Pedaling CD's that most niggas ain't
Gave it for free, cause most niggas ain't
I gotta get heard, take a hit of that
I'm high as fuck, myself
What good is a win if I take a
no answer
Blow the on a dancer
Down to fuck with money but I'm to to chance her
Hit the DJ booth to get my songs
Talking "Just Touched Down" but my got cancelled
With a bottle in my hand, pretty much gone
a slow sip, tryna pretend that I'm on
With these 'sace shades, buck 50 soakin wet, with the heart of a lion but my of a wretch
And that's your favorite rapper said he was a vet
I have muscle to pull
I couldn't stretch to the finish
While you was eating breakfast it was dinner
For a pro go getter
nigga face but the soul of a old nigga
Grew up to be just my pops and it shows, nigga
Rap [?]
But then there was a lot of "Who the fuck is this?"
A whole lot of cursing: "Who the is KRIT?"
Another acronym that don't stand for
And when it to names that's as bad as it gets
Fast forward ten years, now who don't KRIT?
Two albums on the shelf, I the sophomore jinx
I a few friends over ends, we don't speak
I'm thinking this must be what God really for me
Top floor reminiscing, I can't sleep
Like, what happens if I close my and it's all a dream
And I'm backin that telly on Martin King
Tryna a difference
Caught up in my feelings, lord why they won't
Riding with my and he riding dirty
I'm kinda scared, cause I know he ain't gonna take his
He prepared, and he'll have to face that
And I just needed another to the race track
I'm so thankful that them laws never pulled us
God the wheel, cause neither one of us was sober
bottle after bottle just to make it better
I survived the worst of it, now it's 4eva