Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

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

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

I'm from the place where the church is the
And niggas is to god so long that they Atheist
Where you can't put your vest away and say wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the well
the Liqour Store's and the base well
And Government, Government, niggas politic themselves
Where we call the the A-Team
they hop out of vans and spray things
And life 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 who live just like me?
We'll never
One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, Let 'em
Mistakes ain't exactly what place in the ghetto
fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice

up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nice
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 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 where they cross-over and boards
Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords,
I'm up the block, the corner, and down the street
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug meet
We a million off of beats, cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night was sweet
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, off weed
And no matter the weather, niggas know how to heat
Whether your or Minute size, it always starts out with
Three dice and the five
Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit 'em trips
And I reached down for their money, pa about this
This time around it's platinum, the shit on my wrist
And this on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this
Niggas will show you love, That's how they fool
Before you know it your in a pool of blood

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