Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Storch

Yo, I'm hopin' out a Phantom a' iced out medallion
Stallions on both arms, rocks on charms
My Dominican chick lookin' Scarface sister
Red and and she wake me up early

'Cuz hustlers hit the block when change shifts
New York, California different toilet, shit
In Brooklyn I rock Timberlands, still toast
Been gangster way before he many men

Liquor in my system, voice raspy, who I sound
Don't ask me my nigga we classy
Him and Montega Jada, our superior to haters
You can catch me in the latest Marvin

Lauren suit tape it up fly 'cause I'm papered up
Why these niggas keep hatin' on my
I be out in Atlanta and body I'm probably strapped
it up, niggas

My hood's on the real side of the track
No sunny skies, just really
We real down here, Lord, let us live
No playin' here, Lord, let us live

Don't hate my hood, just my shine
We comin' out, we on our
We live down here, Lord, let us live
We comin' here, Lord, let us live

Now who the fuck war with the human gun store?
Gangsta rap is where I live, just on the front door
stunt more than Jackie Chan
What the fuck them sayin'? Nothin'

When I walk in the club with the gat in
'em back to ninety four, shootin' out a Astro van
Bangin' was the blueprint, money was the master
Duffel bag of Grants and Franklins

Rob take they money, shoot straight to the bank then
Head to the barbershop to get up
Hearin' war stories who dead and who up
Who snitchin', who pitchin' and who up

niggas in Black Wall Street I trust
Black hoodies and Asics standin' on the pavement
Hustlers don't sleep, nigga, we work the shift
Fuck that long money, nigga, get quick and don't save shit

My hood's on the real side of the track
No sunny skies, just black
We live real down here, Lord, let us
No playin' around here, Lord, let us

Don't hate my hood, just hate my
We comin' out, we on our
We live real here, Lord, let us live
We outta here, Lord, let us live

Lord knows that don't matter
Lord knows that is badder
Lord knows the hood I live in
Keeps takin' away but givin'

Now give me these cars, Lord, let us live
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Don't give me mansions, Lord, let us live
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
hate me, just let me ride
Lord, just me light

I don't hate Mobb or MOP
was a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a maze
And my legacy will be that of a hater
rhyme slayer wack niggas say your prayers

It's the return of Gandhi, criminal city behind me
Put it on my face to me
Of all the shit I through, my physical presence
My pen too nice, my first album sent you

I should've put the mic when Rakim left Dre
No clean up hitter so I was stranded on base
I had to steal third, motherfucker that's my
There's some Queens niggas try to put me on the curb

I was ultimate to you, bully ass niggas
I come through the hood with the fully axe niggas
Like Snoop or Suge, I'm in the I'm good
Mothafuckas way

My hood's on the real side of the track
No sunny skies, just really
We real down here, Lord, let us live
No playin' around here, Lord, let us

Don't hate my hood, just my shine
We out, we on our grind
We live real down here, Lord, let us
We outta here, Lord, let us live

Is Michelle Chrisette?
Black Wall, Coollie High, Storch, let's ride
O eight to infinity, California, New York,
Scott Storch, Scott
Scott Storch, Scott Storch, Storch