Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

Niggas been me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a
I'm checkin' it twice and I'm 'em hit
The real ones been dyin', the fake is lit
The is off balance, I'm back on my shit
The Bentley is dirty, my is dirty
But that's how I it, you all on my dick

1]
I'm all in my bag, this as it get
I do not snort powder, I take a sip
I might hit the blunt, but I'm liable to
I ain't no pill, but you do as you wish
I roll with some fiends, I love 'em to
I got a few but not all of them rich
What good is the if my niggas is broke?
What good is class if my niggas can't sit?
That's my next mission, that's why I can't
Just like LeBron, get my more chips
Just put the Rollie right on my wrist
This watch came Drizzy, he gave me a gift
Back when the rap game was I'd diss
act like two legends cannot coexist
But I'd never beef a nigga for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper, gon' be legit
It be for clout, it won't be for fame
It won't be 'cause my shit sellin' the same
It won't be to sell you my latest lil'
It won't be 'cause nigga slid in my lane
Everything grows, it's to change
I love you niggas, I'm glad that you came
I hope that you every dollar you can
I hope you money won't erase the pain
To the OGs, I'm you now
Was watchin' you you was pavin' the ground
I copied cadence, I mirrored your style
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest now
Fuck if you feel me, you ain't got a
Now I ain't do no promo, still all that noise
This shit be different, I set my intentions
I promise to all that hate out your voice

Niggas countin' me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm my clips
I'm writin' down names, I'm a list
I'm checkin' it and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The real ones dyin', the fake ones is lit
The game is off balance, I'm on my shit
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is
But that's how I it, you all on my dick

I just poured in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can
Promise I am never up
Money in your palm don't make you
Foot is on they neck, I got 'em
I'ma give 'em somethin' can feel
If it 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck
Pistol in your hand make you real

2]
I'm dead in the of two generations
I'm bro and big bro all at once
Just left the lab young 21 Savage
I'm to go and meet Jigga for lunch
Had a long talk with the nigga Kodak
Reminded me of young from 'Ville
Straight out the projects, no fakin', just
I that he had more guidance, for real
Too many niggas in cycle of
they birthdays inside of a cell
We coming a long bloodline of trauma
We raised by our mamas, we gotta heal
We hurting our sisters, the babies as
We killing our brothers, they the well
self image, we set up to fail
I'ma make that the real gon' prevail, nigga

I poured somethin' in my cup
been wantin' somethin' I can feel
Promise I am lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you
is on they neck, I got 'em stuck
I'ma give 'em somethin' can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a
Pistol in your hand don't make you

Money in your palm make you real
Pistol in your hand make you real
Money in your palm don't make you