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 ones is lit
The game is off balance, I'm back on my
The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is
But how I like it, you all on my dick

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

Niggas been me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm loadin' my
I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a
I'm checkin' it and I'm gettin' '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 sneakers is
But that's how I like it, you all on my

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

2]
I'm in the middle of two generations
I'm little bro and big bro all at
Just left the lab with 21 Savage
I'm to go and meet Jigga for lunch
Had a long talk with the young nigga
Reminded me of young niggas from
out the projects, no fakin', just honest
I wish that he had more guidance, for
Too many in cycle of jail
Spending they birthdays of a cell
We coming from a bloodline of trauma
We by our mamas, Lord we gotta heal
We hurting our sisters, the babies as
We killing our brothers, they poisoned the
Distorted image, we set up to fail
I'ma make sure that the gon' prevail, nigga

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

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