Luyện nghe bài hát How Did We Get Here

Oh, I dont how we made it.
Crack.
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[Fat
Yo
It was all a dream, save Big and Pac
in broad day watch the fiends bodies drop
And at you gotta turn your TV volume up
Cuz the cop blast up and down my block
Shit aint been the same is what you hear on my
Bunch of old school gangstas tales on my block
Came home tears in a plan to get paid
Put it in a box a prayer and it came
What can make you smile and be the to bring you pain
Is what my daddy my momma going through her labor pains
Is what my momma told me as the cops me away
Eazy-E said "fuck'em", ya i the same way
dead body, its another homicide
But n*ggas tryna kill us that why we call this, dark
The is, ruthless even sold to my own blood
No love just a tryna blow up.

[R.
So tell me how did we, how did we, how did we get
From the middle of no where, from up out these streets we it ya
So me how did we, how did we, how did we get here
the middle of no where ya, somebody tell me, how?
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[Fat
Me and my takin pictures how i freeze time
Lil n*ggaz doin shit we rewind, know what im sayin?
Shit is real what yall thought,
Too many n*ggaz gettin on the ball court
was chasing hoop dreams and we was busting sawed offs
And if your shoes gleamed, i would them all off
my organization the crib swarming with agents
Moms cryin, we based it lions in cages
Mob turn it some clients with cases
Some n*ggaz made statements, some made payments damn
What of the game is that, I mean to hustle all my life
But i do love rap, they got my straighted
put the to my back,
this is the same time Calderon got clapped
He me put my life in music, "Joey go for your dreams"
you can do it look at Finesse it aint as as it seems

[R
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[Fat
Aint this nice im bigger than
In a jacuzzi smoking a but this aint a movie
Before i wasn't now i pack the house with groupies
Rubbing with actors just imagine how would you be
Rocking the latest fashion this is Juicy, all again
2010 its like Biggies through me
has changed my route and now the papers greater
Tryna see me on block i'll see you haters later
So high, defy gravity n*igga fuck ya style imma
So out of space they cant grab at me, feds having me
Im all legit, my bankroll much blame it all on the hits
I started off bricks, now i own offices
Who would of thought i got all this from slick
We went from to tax payers, it was once all a dream
Now the pay us.

[R.
I was supposed to be dead, I was in them real bad
of houses in the hills, I was hustling just to make it real
But now I came up and I'm one, Yall know the story mo money mo problems, In these streets live or die, and I lived but i dont know why?
Chorus Fade Out.