ฟังเพลงWhere I'm From

Where I’m From - Jay-Z

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(Brooklyn)

How real is this

How real is this

(Brooklyn)

Uh uh uh

(Brooklyn)

Respect this here check

I'm from where the hammers rung news cameras never come

You and your mans hung in every verse in your rhyme

Where the grams is slung niggas vanish every summer

When the blue vans would come we throw the work in the can and run

Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set

To achieve this goal quicker sold all my weight wet

Faced with immeasurable odds still I gave straight bets

So I felt I'm owed something and you nothing check

I from the other side where the other guys don't walk too much

And girls in the projects wouldn't f**k us said we talked too much

So they ran up to Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust

I don't know what the f**k they thought those niggas is foul just like us

I'm from where the beef is inevitable summertime's unforgettable

Boosters in abundance buy a half-price sweater new

Your word was everything so everything you said you'd do

You did it couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived it

I'm from where niggas pull your card and argue all day about

Who's the best MCs Biggie Jay-Z or Nas

Where the drugs czars evolve and thugs always are

At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars

Where cats catch cases hoping the judge R-and-R's

But most times find themselves locked up behind bars at all

I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars

I'm from Marcy son just thought I'd remind y'all

Cough up a lung where I'm from Marcy son ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from Marcy son ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from Marcy son ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from Marcy son ain't nothing nice

I'm from the place where the church is the flakiest

And niggas is praying to God so long that they atheist

Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow

Cause the day after we'll be saying "Damn I was just with him yesterday"

I'm a block away from hell not enough shots away from stray shells

An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale

You're laughing you know the place well where the liquor stores and the base well

And government f**k government niggas politic themselves

Where we call the cops the A-Team cause they hop out of vans and spray things

And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eighteen

Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line your rep solidifies

So tell me when I rap you think I give a f**k who criticize

If the sh*t is lies god strike me and I got a question

Are you forgiving guys who live just like me We'll never know

One day I prayed to you and said if I ever blow I'd let 'em know

Mistakes ain't and exactly what takes place in the ghetto

Promise fulfilled still I feel my job ain't done

Cough up a lung where I'm from Marcy son Ain't nothing nice

Cough up a lung where I'm from Marcy son Ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from Marcy son Ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from Marcy son Ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from Marcy son Ain't nothing nice

I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards

Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords listen

I'm up the block around the corner and down the street

From where the pimps prostitutes and the drug lords meet

We make a million off of beats cause our stories is deep

And f**k tomorrow as long as the night before was sweet

Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets twisted off leek

And no matter the weather niggas know how to draw heat

Whether you're four-feet or Manute size it always starts out with

Three dice and shoot the five

Niggas thought they deuce was live now I hit 'em with trips

And I reached down for their money pa forget about this

This time around it's platinum like the sh*t on my wrist

And this Glock on my waist y'all can't do sh*t about this

Niggas'll show you love that's how they fool thugs

Before you know it you're lying in a pool of blood

Cough up a lung where I'm from Marcy son Ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from Marcy son Ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from Marcy son Ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung where I'm from Marcy son Ain't nothing nice