Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Child

You good,

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

1]
I'm all in my bag, hard as it get
I do not powder, I might take a sip
I might hit the blunt, but I'm to trip
I ain't poppin' no pill, but you do as you
I roll some fiends, I love 'em to death
I got a few but not all of them rich
What good is the bread if my niggas is
What good is first class if my niggas can't
That's my next mission, that's why I quit
Just like LeBron, get my niggas more
Just put the right back on my wrist
This watch from Drizzy, he gave me a gift
Back when the rap game was I'd diss
They act like two legends coexist
But I'd never beef with a for nothin'
If I smoke a rapper, gon' be legit
It won't be for clout, it won't be for
It won't be 'cause my ain't sellin' the same
It won't be to sell you my lil' sneakers
It won't be 'cause some slid in my lane
Everything grows, destined to change
I love you lil' niggas, I'm glad you came
I hope you scrape every dollar you can
I hope you know won't erase the pain
To the OGs, I'm you now
Was watchin' you you was pavin' the ground
I copied your cadence, I mirrored 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 noise
This shit gon' be different, I set my
I promise to all that hate out your voice

Niggas been me out
I'm countin' my bullets, I'm my clips
I'm down names, I'm makin' a list
I'm it twice and I'm gettin' 'em hit
The real been 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

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

2]
I'm in the middle of two generations
I'm bro and big bro all at once
left the lab with young 21 Savage
I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for
Had a long with the young nigga Kodak
Reminded me of niggas from 'Ville
Straight out the projects, no fakin', honest
I wish that he had more guidance, for
Too many in cycle of jail
Spending they birthdays inside of a
We from a long bloodline of trauma
We raised by our mamas, 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 sure that the real gon' prevail, nigga

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

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