Luyện nghe bài hát Days of Our Lives

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

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

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

and I do sometimes, still the sun shining even all day
The of a baller, ain't even all play
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 enough, still in God I trust
Said baby a star
Said, I'm on the car, seen the jiggiest of
Become dust, and one become lust for the papers

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

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

Yo how the of your life go, Dave?
With and shade, that's it?
Tinted grades and Kool-Aid
Watch the problems of the world go by balloons
If tomorrow come now might be too soon, too soon?

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

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

Get these filets on hot charcoal tracks, so black
Darko Pecoltrane plays back
We then freedom fight who gon' 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, stoned like

Kiss back, watchin' time back
Every second count but finish this lap
You gamble on your like casino slots
And cash out and still walk with a

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

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

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

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

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

We struggle to the shit
Family life and the music game don't fit
My lady me home, sayin rap tour, three rap whores
And scores of scandal, even more than we can

Sometimes, the I say
Is the fly the currency to the day
Can't 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, Sense'll turn it out
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