Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

Niggas countin' me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm my clips
I'm down names, I'm makin' 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 is dirty, my sneakers is dirty
But that's how I like it, you all on my

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 to trip
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 them
What is the bread if my niggas is broke?
good is first class if my niggas can't sit?
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 from Drizzy, he gave me a gift
when the rap game was prayin' I'd diss
They act two legends cannot coexist
But I'd beef with a nigga for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper, it's gon' be
It be for clout, it won't be for fame
It won't be my shit ain't sellin' the same
It be to sell you my latest lil' sneakers
It won't be 'cause some nigga slid in my
Everything grows, destined to change
I love you lil' niggas, I'm that you came
I that you scrape every dollar you can
I hope you know money won't erase the
To the OGs, I'm you now
Was watchin' you you was pavin' the ground
I your cadence, I mirrored your style
I studied the greats, I'm the greatest now
Fuck if you me, you ain't got a choice
Now I ain't do no promo, still made all that
This gon' be different, I set my intentions
I promise to slap all that hate out voice

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

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

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

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

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