Luyện nghe bài hát I Didn't Ask To Come

Everyday somebody killed
What's the deal it's 1995 and a wanna live
The type of life people dream, I want things
A crib, a car, while living the of a king

I I take for granted at times for what I got
hustlin' and bustlin' and now and then I stand a pop
Or two to come up a steady battle the days
Mamma I'm wrong because I wanna get paid

The system ain't given T-mo a chance 22 on the
And black trying to get the noose a slack
Around my neck they making it for a brother to cope
It's still illegal to smoke cess they can't tax
I'm to go up in the White House with my acts
And chop up shit until they my freedom back

to what, who damn, you got caught sought away out
The trait is getting full, calling up your but pull ain't got it
I cold inside like a man sleeping on pavement
the bridge of I-20 west

And on the face of the man
Cussing out the atmosphere with nobody close enough to
And who dat miss they fee, all they personal shit
Is sitting on the front of apple tree

And for those who got take
Before the shows back up with the U-haul, police you call
But wasn't no Marshall to watch your stuff, see I stand tall
To this world like a kid walking rapping his rhymes to

A book on a shelf of many MC's seen them and go
Style free with Cool Breeze 'til it's thick dat fog
Stacking my extra for a engine for tha hog
a point from the East from a location out tha trees, 360 degrees

Born into these crooked
I even ask to come so now I'm living in the days
I struggle and to stay alive
that one day I'd earn the chance to die

Pallbearer to one
Pallbearer to one
Can't seem to get a
'Cause, my is sweatin'

Niggas ain't getting no where fast but, to the hearse
Why burst off baskets nearly blinding me
dropped ma end of the casket
Woodgrain and the only thang on my brain is where this hang
S W A T S
South Atlanta Fountain Lane

Forgot the batch got thirty years
Lord me and my foes I know
Revenge is best served when by those
Who feel no guilt, God don't care you got a spade or not

Ain't no turning in your hand you was dealt
Better up your belt man, always go with
The first because, I don't make the rules
Ooh, you how it is in these streets
Victims rarely get a to think twice

As he laid in the resting place
He had such a peaceful in his face
My visions blurry from crying but it ain't hard to see
At any time it coulda me

about 90 degrees outside but yet it felt like I'm froze
The ceremonies come to a
I toss a rose but can't seem to walk away yet
Damn I done around and got upset

But it ain't we can do
bigger than me and you one day our time coming too
So ain't no use in sad
Leaving here was the best gift he ever had

We be glad
his life was something
That he had to to show me
I need to be responsible about how I live

I won't complain my pain
But I ain't gone let my niggas die in vain
So Bean, I'm gone it for you
The cycle these young black men keep goin' through

I'm gone it for you
And takin' care of me
And me of all my friends and my family
From now on, I'm gone

Born into crooked ways
I never even ask to come so now I'm living in the
I struggle and to stay alive
that one day I'd earn the chance to die

Pallbearer to one
to that one
Can't seem to get a
'Cause my palms is