Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. K.i.d

84 kid nice was
on my own since they cut the chord
i was born, witness to divorce and scorn
ever since that happened, i was daily
understand nothing but i'm happy
instead of being cool, my family kept on
out shit 12 a nigga was rapping
my father died, the is still
look in the man, i see real
my reflection, feels what i feel
the letter is written: stamped and
intoxicated, for spill
and i ain't never a gang making deals for deals
cover my mind and why
there's the time in the world and the to die

i ain't trying to nobody
i'm trying to be me

everywhere i go man, like "he's still rapping?
yeah right man, you still gun clapping?
i'm on to positive things
trying to out a dream
i'm the mvp, at my ring
what y'all know the street games, you're just
dreaming em up. not to make a come-up
going to sleep at praying to god
wishing that you had bad bitch in your arm
i'm kid tryna make things happen
up in the club, gangstas clapping
and i'm that kid be steady rapping in the booth
throw out my demo and a hot 97 proof
and you don't wanna sign me, fuck are on?
i go next to the next dude that put me on
and that's real, i'm only me
the k-i-d, not trying to the next og

relax ?
?
me and me, less them
in the pool of magical ones, i not swim
not on the hottest day or the warmest
i'm free like a bird nigga, i should take
plain nigga, the one hoes like
if i had jewels that could dim light
off they never look, rather read a book
i'm semi-wrong, got 'em shook
now they know scott, and they i plot
don't trust hoes, just wonder not
till i abuse it, i love music, not
really ain't no question, just
at confessions, never preaching
recognize through deception and lies
so, keep it music, baby keep it steady
it won't be long, my niggas, till everybody