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, New's cameras never
You and man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
Where the is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the 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
with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt some more something and you nothing
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 they ran up town and them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just us
I'm from where the is inevitable, Summertime's unforgettable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price 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 where pull your car, and argue all day about
the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each other's throats for the of foreign cars
Where 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, just thought I'd y'all

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
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, where I'm from, Marcy son, nothing 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

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 you'll it tomorrow
Cause the day after we'll be saying, I was just with him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight
An ounce from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
laughing, you know the place well
Where the Liqour Store's and the base
And Government, fuck Government, niggas themselves
Where we the cops the A-Team
Cause hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap you think I give a who criticize?
If the shit is lies, god me
And I got a question, are you forgiving who live just like me?
never know
One day I pray to you and said if I blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes exactly what takes place 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, where I'm from, Marcy son, nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm own
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, 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, son, Ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm own

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

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, 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
been many 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