Luyện nghe bài hát How Did We Get Here

Oh, I dont know how we it.
Crack.
1
[Fat
Yo
It was all a dream, save Big and Pac
Right in day watch the fiends bodies drop
And at night you turn your TV volume up
Cuz the cop sirens blast up and my block
Shit aint been the is what you hear on my block
of old school gangstas telling tales on my block
Came home tatted in a plan to get paid
Put it in a box said a prayer and it
What can you smile and be the thing to bring you pain
Is what my daddy told my momma going her labor pains
Is what my momma me as the cops took me away
Eazy-E said "fuck'em", ya i the same way
Another body, its another homicide
But n*ggas tryna kill us that why we call this, dark
The streets is, even sold to my own blood
No love a youngin tryna blow up.

[R.
So tell me how did we, how did we, how did we get
From the middle of no where, up out these streets we made it ya
So me how did we, how did we, how did we get here
from the middle of no ya, somebody tell me, how?
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[Fat
Me and my *ggaz pictures how i freeze time
Lil n*ggaz doin shit we cant rewind, know what im
Shit is fuck what yall thought,
Too many gettin killed on the ball court
was chasing hoop dreams and we was busting sawed offs
And if your shoes gleamed, i take them all off
Extend my organization the crib swarming agents
Moms cryin, we based it like in cages
Mob giants turn it some clients cases
Some made statements, some n*ggaz made payments damn
What part of the is that, I mean to hustle all my life
But i do love rap, they got my knees
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 at Finesse it aint as hard as it seems

[R
3
[Fat
Aint this im bigger than life
In a jacuzzi smoking a Cohiba but this aint a
Before i wasn't attractive now i pack the with groupies
Rubbing shoulders with actors imagine how would you be
Rocking the latest this is Juicy, all over again
2010 its like Biggies through me
Chance has my route and now the papers greater
Tryna see me on that block i'll see you later
So high, defy gravity n*igga ya style imma galaxy
So out of space they grab at me, feds aint having me
Im all legit, my much thicker blame it all on the hits
I started off bricks, now i own offices
Who would of thought i got all this talking slick
We went from to tax payers, it was once all a dream
Now the pay us.

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