Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

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

1:
Fifty-two blocks, gazelle
heads and heavy chains
Somehow in the game
Back in '83, before tv
When so called thug niggas played in the street
I used to the stories
Live niggas before me
the rich porters, the fat cats, the pauly's
Outlaw league, from the to the pen
Eyes glossy, niggas speak when they bent
Off the perfect
down herbs and liquor
Only hot '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 to hustle on the block mad hard and loved to rap
In down coats and wool 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
dough all night
I remember! (echo)
When niggas didn't give a fuck, drunk
Shootin' all night.

2:
Straight shots of hen with no
Mo' paper, stubborn, hard like joe frazier
The gremlins, the pack I come with
gats by the stomach
Act up and hundreds
Niggas don't it, see me I be the ring leader, lion tamer
Do the and macarena
A black entertainer, bottom
Ya'll niggas know who got the rhymes
Face it, I got the whole globe on nate shit
Straight from the to the covers of the latest rap pages
Turn the to black vegas
Don kingin' niggas, 'em sign blank papers
It's the american way, do my enemies or is it just me?
Hustlin', hopin' the trust me
Talkin' to us, hold up, let me walk you this
Wannabe pimps, hoes, shooters
Niggas need to what the truth is
Fuck the
I my nigga mark but God has 'em
When I see his flics I spazzin'
I to let it go
But I guess livin' this life a nigga know.

3:
I used to love starters, garments
Boppin' into spofford, r.o.r. on charges
on walls, florescent markers and krylon
Savin' my loot to buy a
Broken safety, borough and jay street
Hopped the train not knowin' that a awaits me
Problems came I started slingin'
Late night I revolvers ringin'
The echos cause to start rodney kingin'
Many riots, is any silence?
Everybody sipped henny, hustled with many
Growin' up on the same my pops was raised
Rocked waves, blend tapes on hot days
Brought the out
Police us put the wrieffer out
it, I was too young to leave the house
I'm tryin' to see the world, runnin' the streets a care
I it well 'cause I was there.