Luyện nghe bài hát Talk To Big

I got niggas never coming home
Bitches say they love my music, don't know none of my
I guess poverty changed me, I was a kid
I was in bed, I had a dream I could speak to Big
Harlem, ain't like it
I fell in with new records 'cause all my homies liked it
Chick parole was light-skinned
She got my bro
Now he up north, I him
Trust me I the prices
at my homie lifeless
I need shit I can feel, nobody touch me
I say I'm meant to be here, the doctors say that I'm
My was a custy, he used to stick up to get high
He robbed a corner on camera, had to sit five
Came home that jail shit
He got his weight up like niggas is
But still he just couldn't shit
Youngins got the block sewed up like rugby
hate you when you go get it yourself, they love you askin'
Know you starving, throw you rations
Wonder why his grumbling
come from nothing, ain't never have shit
His father in the mountains, his mother want a pill to make
The only motivation he had was to steal a bike
Something in his was different, just wasn't feeling right
4AM call, his cousin got killed tonight
He tryna double on the last time he heard his voice
Can't be indecisive, these streets will you to learn your choice
Back to Bentleys, to the trenches nigga
My digits bigger, I smoke Nas and I build with Jigga
A true artist, you could never paint a picture
Convinced your sister to twist her, just had to spill some
A new rapper, ask 'bout new rappers, I don't feel niggas
I chill with women, they chill with niggas, different niggas
In the so long, these Timberlands, made a killing in them
I from plenty hitters, they still my niggas
When Master P was ice cream man
My uncle got with nineteen grams
If you don't me, damn
How you gon' me, I ain't had shit in the 'frigerator
Now royal silk from molded bread and spoiled milk

I know they hate y'all
I know they gon' y'all
I know gon' hate y'all

The time it took me to make it
Tell me how the I'ma make it fair for a hater
I these niggas ain't playing fair
Murder let you know this shit is real and we can it there
Can't afford them Jordans, had to a pair
I done seen the niggas freeze up
Hammer left 'em shaking there
shit feel like a lion tryna race a bear
You niggas'll never catch me, it's probably gon' take a
Top ten, bitch I'm locked in, Jamaican hair
Headshots, used to be a scope, I put a there
Put on the carpet, air who walking
I don't trust voices talking or the walls in my apartment
getting darker, pistol under the parka
Imagine, Fruity Pebbles and roaches fall out
Make you wanna go to court, the judge before you walk out
Make you wanna eat a nigga food, just a fork out
I be doing push ups in my cell before I 'bout
Anything we in, criminal code
Ex-bitches ready for war, they some militant
Coke in the flesh, this that shit you feel in your
You college niggas come see how it feel to with a pro
Could never compare, you know how it feel to be broke
Just get high, niggas you feed and stealing your smoke
Can never her but when I fuck her she still can get choked
First verse was the struggle, I right off a ink ball
Eight ball all black diamonds, I bet they hate y'all
That money, know they gon' hate