Luyện nghe bài hát The Farm

[Master P
I'm out here hustlin' get mine, but imagine
You know
I mean, society treat me I'm a insect
where I'm from? You know what I'm
Mama wasn't there, wasn't there, I had to get out
Ha Ha

there and get it how I live. ya me?

Mama gone, wasn't home
We live that life, I mean that drug life
Collard greens and grits, we was slangin on the
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Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I I'm alright
I got my own paper, I to shake a hater
And I be droppin keys, lil whodi, smokin
I'm tech, got computers in the navigator
3rd Calliope, whodi, it's New Orleans
You know I'm ballin, callin
You somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha need
One up in the chamber, slang that iron, you I don't fight
City of china white, I got my game tight
Big Tyme mane, I got the skrilla mane
Step on my toes whodi, and I'ma killa
Catch you slippin at night, and yo head damp
Represent that Boot Camp, take no food stamps
Cause I'ma hitta, and ya'll some small hittas
You know you wit fire, now you gone fall hitta

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I'm not a doctor, Professional
I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo gristle
Call me two pistols, I that chrome whistle
I see a Vic in the hood, I stop ya
me a 'K, I handle my business and I mask up
Now get the car whodi, time to gas up
I'm on the run mane, It no fun mane
Tryna change my but I'm back, to doin the same thang
Penitentiary bounded, but well
Seven years later, I'm and ya'll frownin

until end