Luyện nghe bài hát This Life Forever

Ent.
Roc-a-Fella
In association the streets
The Gangster
In
everything official

I ride throught the ghetto windows halfway
Halfway out of my mind on 9, blasting Donny Hathaway
Me and my niggas half the day
Plotting, how we gon get this math today out getting balst away
I wake up to the same problems today
Life is harsh, niggas gotta to spark
Right from the start they place me in the ghetto tender age of
my tender had to surrender to crime
wish this on nobody like the end of like mine
Ever since i was quite young a nigga in divine
Had to scratch for every plaque, rap even all its cracked up to be
dont stack up to me
Had to hustle in a world of
trapped in, clostrophobic the only way out was
dont understand it, the demographics i tapped in
I'm the truest to do this nigga and anything else is foolish
Like those who stay high, under God's skies
My lyrics is Bible, made to save lives
In the midst of all your nigga, stay fly
Never let em see you frown, even when you down
Shit, i floss on my off-days what they all say
Niggas cant stop me like rumors, i'm too

Socks explode and sweatpants is bulging
it down on the corner with my glock holding
My spot is golden, drop the price on the and
Drove the competition out and let the dough in
The is closing in, i can do the time
But whats really on my mine, is no hoes in the pen
I play the low and try and make it to find me
Feds still tryna build a case '93
I told them, i'm retired but they whatever
You know them pigs dont wanna see you get your together

I'm stuck in this life
The more things change the more they the same
Who am i to the game?
You move quick like her-o-in and dope can
The blocks hotter than its been

Once
the gun at eye level, i aint afraid of conflict
I let the nine rip, nigga say "hi" to the
I blind the bezel, i'm in line with the ghetto
yall nigga afraid of my mind or the metal
Niggas tryna my life, my mathematics is precise
I carry the nine, so fucking me just aint the answer
I cant lose when i was young i was Fresh
Poppa raised me to chess
And though your gone i'm not bitter you left me
We got by the years, but i got it from here
Dont that, sounds bump from Marcy to Lefrak
To pocket in DC where my man caught his death at
Over my years i've Rooks get tooken by the Knight
Lose they by tryna defend a Queen
Checkmate, in 4 moves the Bobby of rap
??? in a time where we all
face it either your dough chasin, or basing
Lacing, cops got your face sprung mason
Careful, any i'm leaving niggas
more than just information

Uh
Real
The Black
Ent.
Roc a
interrupt this thing of ours
The Ganagsa


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