Luyện nghe bài hát Days of Our Lives

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Yo how the days of your life go
I'm just tryin' to be, that's it? Stayin' so my mind is free
Watch the problems of the world go by balloons
If tomorrow come now, it be too soon too soon, too soon?

I want to boom into the of the truck
Ain't nuttin' matter a good dude, havin' into the block
that on my mind, I'm on the grind, it pays
We break it down in these ways, yo

These days, I travel the Maze like Beverly
To the East, for pieces of a better me
Responsibility of my man's felony on me
Celebrity status, 'em think I got celery

Hell and I do sometimes, still the sun shining all day
The of a baller, ain't even all play
I stack 'em, so the chips fall they must
I ain't far from a Benz, or on the bus

Even when I don't have enough, still in God I
Said baby a star
Said, I'm on the car, seen the jiggiest of
Become dust, and one love lust for the papers

Had you now that gas became vapors
Tricked your cash on ice, should a had
Now your, fell like the Lakers
So talkin' to your maker

the nature of the business, they givin' niggaz inches
Takin' miles and mules, it's the rules
I'm to walk in the black scent of proudest shoes
Makin' music crowds can use

Yo how the days of life go, Dave?
sunshine and shade, that's it?
Tinted window grades and
Watch the problems of the world go by balloons
If tomorrow come now that might be too soon, too

I twenty-four plus on these
Put the engine and the bus on these
I get that class seat to escape the days
We it down in these three ways

Check the life I got that antidote, cantaloupe scent, back
In the sun room froze, put flick on pause and pop a cork
no occasion nigga it's just because
I'm for a hell of a day

Get these Barbie filets on hot charcoal tracks, so
Darko Pecoltrane them back
We then freedom fight kids who ball and raise fists
If y'all for the struggle, c'mon y'all, resist

Everyday script, I cheek
on the bar, I exercise speak
It's been a time, Long Isle's on the map
While stand on the corner, stoned like Chris[Incomprehensible]

Kiss back, time wrist back
Every second count but finish this lap
You gamble on life like casino slots
And cash out and still walk a knot

Yo how the days of your goes, Merce?
Man I'm just my head that's it?
Shit, I'm also tryin' to hold this
Watch the of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow now it might be too soon, too soon?

I the rooms and mortgage on these
See them quittin' ass rappers caused a on these
The soul boys of big illa-noyz get the
We break it down in these ways

My died from secondhand smoke so I wish yo' ass would die
From secondhand rhymes you wrote
Or shall I call them second rhymes written 'fore
You enter the both words thrown with very little truth

And a select few can do it true you ain't part of scriptures
And got the nerve to you want me out the picture
But I was in it, I'm the frame around the flick
Or dishin' in the of your dame around my dick

Ladies and gentlemen, Workmatic
One of L.I.'s finest, and is my life
Which is with bad minutes and good hours
And, good months and bad years and my peers

We struggle to the shit
Family life and the music game easily fit
My lady wants me home, rap tour, three rap whores
And scores of scandal, more than we can handle

Sometimes, the I say
Is the fly the to save the day
turn it away, cause we out
To find presence way our measure, so baby don't pout

pout, De La Soul now turn it out
Don't pout, Common Sense'll it out
Don't