Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

"yo nate, shit is crazy, I shook with mad dead niggas yo, all the
Niggas that to be on the block, ill will, marty, black ed, yo son,
Mad is gone, rest in peace though."

1:
Fifty-two blocks, frames
Bald and heavy chains
Somehow in the game
Back in '83, before tv
When these so called thug niggas played in the
I used to hear the
niggas here before me
Like the rich porters, the fat cats, the
Outlaw league, the street to the pen
Eyes glossy, niggas speak when they bent
Off the mixture
Forcin' down herbs and
hot slugs 'll hurt ya quicker
Think it out and elevate, I gave years to the
As a 92-r-7478, it set me
The changing of a cat
The one that used to hustle on the mad hard and loved to rap
In goose down coats and hats, the youth in me
I guess life on the ain't what it used to be.

I remember! (echo)
When niggas to live it up, live it up
Flashin' dough all
I remember! (echo)
When niggas didn't a fuck, gettin' drunk
Shootin' all night.

2:
Straight of hen with no chaser
Mo' paper, stubborn, headed like joe frazier
The gremlins, the that I come with
Keep by the stomach
Act up and hundreds
Niggas don't want it, see me I be the leader, lion tamer
Do the and macarena
A entertainer, bottom line
Ya'll niggas know who got the rhymes
Face it, I got the globe on some nate shit
Straight from the corners to the covers of the rap pages
Turn the projects to vegas
Don kingin' niggas, make 'em sign papers
the american way, do my enemies pray or is it just me?
Hustlin', hopin' the trust me
Talkin' to us, up, let me walk you through this
Wannabe pimps, hoes, shooters
Niggas to know what the truth is
the sarcasm
I miss my mark but God has 'em
I see his flics I start spazzin'
I to let it go
But I guess livin' this a nigga never know.

3:
I to love starters, thug garments
Boppin' into spofford, r.o.r. on drug
Writin' on walls, florescent markers and
my loot to buy a firearm
Broken safety, borough and jay street
Hopped the not knowin' that a fall awaits me
came when I started slingin'
Late I hear revolvers ringin'
The echos cops to start rodney kingin'
Many riots, is any silence?
Everybody sipped henny, with many clients
Growin' up on the same block my pops was
Rocked waves, tapes playin' on hot days
Brought the out
Police made us put the out
Peep it, I was too to leave the house
I'm to see the world, runnin' the streets without a care
I remember it well I was there.