Luyện nghe bài hát Let Us Live

Lord, let us
Yeah, Scott

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

'Cuz hit the block when police change shifts
New York, California different toilet, same
In Brooklyn I rock Timberlands, toast cinnamon
gangster way before he dropped many men

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

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

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

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

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

When I walk in the club the gat in hand
Take 'em back to ninety four, shootin' out a van
Bangin' was the blueprint, money was the plan
bag full of Grants and Franklins

Rob niggas take they money, shoot to the bank then
Head to the to get chopped up
Hearin' war stories who and who locked up
Who snitchin', who pitchin' and who up

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

My on the real dark side of the track
No skies, just really black
We live real here, Lord, let us live
No around here, Lord, let us live

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

Lord knows that don't matter
Lord that status is badder
Lord knows about the I live in
Keeps takin' away but he's

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

I hate Mobb Deep or MOP
That was a phase I was up in the beef like a rat in a maze
And my legacy will never be of a hater
Lyrical rhyme wack niggas say your prayers

the return of Gandhi, criminal minded city behind me
Put it on my to remind me
Of all the shit I been through, my physical
My pen too nice, my first album you life

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

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

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

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

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