Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

Uh-huh, je-je-jeah
Ye-ye-yeah,
How real is this, how real is
Uh-huh huh, Inspect this here,

I'm from where the rung, New's cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in rhyme
the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the blue would come, we throw the work in the can and run
the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt some something and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we talked too
So ran up town and sought them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck thought, those niggas is foul just like us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's
Boosters in abundance, buy a sweater new
Your world was everything, So you said you'd do
You did it, Couldn't talk it if you ain't lived it
I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day
Who's the MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each other's for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the R and R's
But most find themselves locked up behind bars
I'm from they ball and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd remind

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nice
Mentally been places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nice
Mentally been places but I'm Brooklyn's own
up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm own
Cough up a lung, I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many but I'm Brooklyn's own

I'm from the where the church is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to god so that they Atheist
Where you put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place
Where the Liqour Store's and the base
And Government, Government, niggas politic themselves
Where we call the cops the
Cause they hop out of and spray things
And expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who out of line, your rep solidifies
So me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, god me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who just like me?
We'll know
One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, Let 'em
ain't exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, nothing nice

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing
Mentally many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing
been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nice
Mentally been many but I'm Brooklyn's own

I'm from where they cross-over and boards
Lost Jehovah in of rap lords, listen
I'm up the block, round the corner, and the street
From the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords meet
We make a off of beats, cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was
get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed
And no the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out with
Three dice and shoot the
Niggas they douce was live, now hit 'em with trips
And I reached down for money, pa forget about this
This time around it's platinum, like the on my wrist
And this glock on my waist, can't do shit about this
Niggas will show you love, That's how they thugs
Before you know it your lying in a of blood

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nice
Mentally been many places but I'm own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm own
Cough up a lung, I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally many places but I'm Brooklyn's own