Для тренировок, МУЗЫКА ДЛЯ СПОРТА, HIP-HOP NEW, Олдскул Рэп История Успеха (Олдскул Рэп 90-х)

I started out with empty pockets on the avenue
Where dreams get shattered and the skies are rarely blue
We used to post up by the bodega, counting dimes
Trying to elevate the mind through the hardest times
I saw my homies risk it all for a gold chain
A temporary fix to mask a permanent pain
But I was writing in my notebook, plotting the rise
Seeing the jealousy reflect in my enemy's eyes
Now the tailored suits replace the oversized gear
But the hunger in my stomach is the reason I’m here.

From the concrete cracks to the penthouse suite
We keep the rhythm of the rugged street
They try to hold us down, but we bound to win
It's the golden era state of mind we living in.
Yeah, from the concrete cracks to the penthouse suite.

I sip the finest cognac, reminiscing the struggle
Every move I make is a piece of the puzzle
The feds watching, the block hot, but I stay cool
I learned the rules of the game outside of the school
My flow is currency, every bar is a stack
And once you reach this level, ain't no turning back
They want my crown, but it’s permanently attached
My lyrical caliber cannot be matched.

From the concrete cracks to the penthouse suite
We keep the rhythm of the rugged street
They try to hold us down, but we bound to win
It's the golden era state of mind we living in.