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, this here, check

I'm from where the hammer's rung, cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in your
the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we 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 with immeasurable odds I get straight bets
So I felt some something and you nothing check
I from the other with other guys don't 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 know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price new
Your was everything, So everything you said you'd do
You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you lived it
I from where pull your car, and argue all day about
Who's the MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs are
At each other's throats for the of foreign cars
cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But times find themselves locked up behind bars
I'm from they ball and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy son, thought I'd remind y'all

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

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

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

I'm from they cross-over and clap 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 Lords meet
We a million off of beats, cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night was sweet
Niggas get for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed
And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw
Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out
Three dice and shoot the
Niggas thought they 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 shit on my
And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit this
Niggas will show you love, That's how they fool
Before you it your lying in a pool of blood

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, 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 places but I'm Brooklyn's own