Luyện nghe bài hát Where I'm From

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

I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's never come
You and your man houndin' verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the in the can and run
Where the plans was to get and skate off the set
To achieve this quicker, sold all my weight wet
with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt some more something and you nothing
I from the other side with guys 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 they thought, those niggas is foul like us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, 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 czars evolve, and always are
At each throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, the judge R and R's
But most times find locked up behind bars
I'm from where they and breed rhyme stars
I'm Marcy son, just thought I'd remind y'all

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

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

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

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