Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

Niggas been me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a
I'm it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The real ones been dyin', the fake is lit
The is off balance, I'm back on my shit
The is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
But how I like it, you all on my dick

1]
I'm all in my bag, this as it get
I do not snort powder, I might a sip
I might hit the blunt, but I'm liable to
I ain't no pill, but you do as you wish
I with some fiends, I love 'em to death
I got a few mil' but not all of rich
What good is the bread if my niggas is
What good is first class if my can't sit?
my next mission, that's why I can't quit
Just LeBron, get my niggas more chips
put the Rollie right back on my wrist
This watch from Drizzy, he gave me a gift
Back when the rap game was I'd diss
They act two legends cannot coexist
But I'd never with a nigga for nothin'
If I a rapper, it's gon' be legit
It be for clout, it won't be for fame
It won't be 'cause my ain't sellin' the same
It won't be to you my latest lil' sneakers
It won't be 'cause some slid in my lane
Everything grows, it's to change
I love you lil' niggas, I'm that you came
I hope that you scrape dollar you can
I you know money won't erase the pain
To the OGs, I'm you now
Was you when you was pavin' the ground
I copied your cadence, I your style
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest now
Fuck if you me, you ain't got a choice
Now I ain't do no promo, still all that noise
This shit be different, I set my intentions
I promise to slap all that hate out your

Niggas been me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm a list
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm 'em hit
The real ones been dyin', the fake is lit
The game is off balance, I'm on my shit
The is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I like it, you all on my

I poured somethin' in my cup
I've been somethin' I can feel
Promise I am lettin' up
Money in your palm make you real
is on they neck, I got 'em stuck
I'ma 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, give a fuck
in your hand don't make you real

2]
I'm dead in the middle of two
I'm bro and big bro all at once
left the lab with young 21 Savage
I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for
Had a long talk with the young nigga
Reminded me of niggas from 'Ville
Straight out the projects, no fakin', honest
I wish he had more guidance, for real
Too niggas in cycle of jail
Spending they birthdays inside of a
We coming from a long of trauma
We raised by our mamas, Lord we heal
We our sisters, the babies as well
We killing our brothers, poisoned the well
Distorted image, we set up to fail
I'ma make sure the real gon' prevail, nigga

I just poured in my cup
I've been wantin' I can feel
I am never lettin' up
Money in palm don't make you real
Foot is on neck, I got 'em stuck
give 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't a fuck
in your hand don't make you real

Money in palm don't make you real
in your hand don't make you real
Money in palm don't make you real