Luyện nghe bài hát Days of Our Lives

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

I to boom into the back of the truck
Ain't nuttin' matter with a good dude, havin' the block
With 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 Frank
To the East, lookin' for pieces of a me
Responsibility of my man's fell on me
status, make 'em think I got celery

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

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

Had you now that gas became vapors
Tricked your cash on ice, a had acres
Now your, empire like the Lakers
So you're talkin' to your

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

Yo how the of your life go, Dave?
With sunshine and shade, it?
Tinted window grades and
Watch the of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now that be too soon, too soon?

I want twenty-four plus on
Put the pinto engine and the bus on
I get that first seat to escape the days
We break it down in these three

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

Get these Barbie filets on hot tracks, so black
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

script, I exercise cheek
Sixteen on the bar, I speak
It's been a long time, Isle's on the map
While y'all stand on the corner, like Chris[Incomprehensible]

back, watchin' time wrist back
Every second but just finish this lap
You gamble on your life like casino
And cash out and still with a knot

Yo how the of your life goes, Merce?
Man I'm just holdin' my that's it?
Shit, I'm tryin' to hold this bread
Watch the problems of the go by like balloons
If come now it might be too soon, too soon?

I furnished the and mortgage on these
See them ass rappers caused a shortage on these
The soul boys of big illa-noyz get the
We break it in these three ways

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

And a select few can do it true you ain't part of scriptures
And got the nerve to feel you me out the picture
But I was never in it, I'm the frame around the
Or dishin' in the mouth of your dame around my

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

We to juggle the shit
Family life and the game don't easily fit
My wants me home, sayin rap tour, three rap whores
And of scandal, even more than we can handle

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

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