Luyện nghe bài hát From Da Bottom

[Intro: Mill]
niggas gettin' money
And we don't owe you niggas
I'm from nigga
We from the bottom
Come nothin'
And niggas got the to ask me why I'm stuntin?

[Verse 1: Mill]
I'da sip Ciroc with Diddy, drunk Spade Hov
In the vip of the 40, with some hoes
Had my grip on my forty, still was at stove
The same night work got cooked half sold
A pyrex and a triple
Mr. King had a dream we ain't miss a fiend
Talking dirty to these with my Listerine
If I was there you we ball, Mr. Clean
I'm LIV Sunday blowing hella racks
Just getting right cause in my life I from hell and back
I'm just that nice and I don't write so you can 'em that
I'm just up for nights when I was selling crack
On the in the cold try'na sling them O's
And half my niggas in the city went against the
Them niggas told, still partying niggas bold
But I'm like fuck it I'm young and getting it them old
Take a walk up to that mirror boy look at
You see a getta or a nigga lookin' for help
And every night I'm in the studio myself
A lot of niggas hate me now cause I'm feeling
em' though
They screaming be humble, boy be
But ain't nobody say when my stomach used to rumble
Looked in a cell when I seen my crumble
Now I'm out here buzzing you can the bee's bumble

Buordan]
Seen some that can't be told
I was told these roads was as gold
I told I never sold my soul
I just went at every I dove

Guordan]
Nobody's going back to da
Nobody's going to da
I can't be nigga role model
I can't go back to the

2: Meek Mill]
Niggas getting high, just to the pain away
When I'm just getting by couple for a rainy day
Off season but I like I got a game today
And everybody gon' make it out it's a shame to say
Feeling Mike before the fade away
I'm like should I the shot? or let it fade away?
And all love I'm getting ain't gon' take the hate away
But these haters motivate me in a way
Ain't no I in - from what I done seen
every man for himself well, until I intervene
I put my niggas on paper, we swarm paper like lions when smell blood
dream shatters they sell love like cocaine
Or heroin heroin I'm Cobain
I'm up I did my own thing
They my soul and my body for a little chain
I'm dancing with the call it Soul Train

[Verse 3: Mill]
night I forgot to pray for shit that I got today
The devil 'round the corner and the reaper a away
It's after body very few of us find a way
You watch for the hook like you sticking Dr. J
My is like three fences and a brick wall
I get soft every time we go ya'll
I'm on play the point like I'm Chris Paul
You get like AI did Mike for this ball
For rock you get shot, picked off
in this game we shooting metal like it's pin ball
I put this Mac to your face like lip
And do you right and put you on ice Lindros

[Outro: Meek
I started a dollar and a dream
And I'm to go and get it by any means
I can't be every nigga model
Why my role model
I got my own son to
And my life is very
And my son expect me to walk that door every night
So any nigga try and stop my gotta get it
All my out to get it
And we ain't going back to the bottom
None of my
I everybody talking
He too much money be humble
Man fuck all
Who was talking I was dead broke starving huh?
Ay Gutta, these niggas talking huh?
D.C. double M, G
We jumped out the barrel on your crab ass niggas
You me?
Milly, real nigga for life!