Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

Niggas countin' me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm a list
I'm checkin' it and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The ones been dyin', the fake ones 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, hard as it get
I do not powder, I might take a sip
I might hit the blunt, but I'm to trip
I ain't no pill, but you do as you wish
I roll with some fiends, I love 'em to
I got a few mil' but not all of rich
What is the bread if my niggas is broke?
What good is first class if my niggas can't
my next mission, that's why I can't quit
Just like LeBron, get my more chips
put the Rollie right back on my wrist
This watch came Drizzy, he gave me a gift
Back the rap game was prayin' I'd diss
They act like two cannot coexist
But I'd never beef a nigga for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be
It won't be for clout, it won't be for
It won't be 'cause my shit ain't sellin' the
It won't be to you my latest lil' sneakers
It be 'cause some nigga slid in my lane
Everything grows, it's destined to
I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad you came
I hope that you every dollar you can
I hope you know money won't erase the
To the OGs, I'm you now
Was watchin' you you was pavin' the ground
I copied your cadence, I mirrored your
I the greats, I'm the greatest right now
Fuck if you me, you ain't got a choice
Now I ain't do no promo, still all that noise
This gon' be different, I set my intentions
I promise to slap all that out your voice

Niggas countin' me out
I'm my bullets, I'm loadin' 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 ones is lit
The game is off balance, I'm back on my
The Bentley is dirty, my is dirty
But that's how I like it, you all on my

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

2]
I'm dead in the of two generations
I'm little bro and big bro all at
Just left the lab with young 21
I'm 'bout to go and Jigga for lunch
Had a long talk with the young Kodak
Reminded me of niggas from 'Ville
out the projects, no fakin', just honest
I that he had more guidance, for real
Too many niggas in cycle of
Spending birthdays inside of a cell
We from a long bloodline of trauma
We raised by our mamas, we gotta heal
We our sisters, the babies as well
We killing our brothers, they poisoned the
Distorted self image, we set up to
I'ma make that the real gon' prevail, nigga

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

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