Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

"yo nate, shit is crazy, I hands with mad dead niggas yo, all the
that 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
Bald heads and heavy
Somehow in the game
in '83, before cable tv
When these so called thug niggas in the street
I to hear the stories
Live niggas before me
Like the porters, the fat cats, the pauly's
Outlaw league, from the to the pen
Eyes glossy, niggas only speak they bent
Off the perfect
Forcin' down herbs and
Only hot slugs 'll ya quicker
Think it out and elevate, I years to the state
As a 92-r-7478, it set me
The of a stubborn cat
The one that to hustle on the block mad hard and loved to rap
In goose down coats and hats, the youth in me
I guess life on the streets ain't what it to be.

I remember! (echo)
When niggas used to it up, live it up
Flashin' all night
I remember! (echo)
When niggas didn't give a fuck, drunk
guns all night.

2:
Straight shots of hen no chaser
Mo' paper, stubborn, hard like joe frazier
The gremlins, the pack that I with
Keep by the stomach
Act up and hundreds
don't want it, see me I be the ring leader, lion tamer
Do the and macarena
A black entertainer, line
Ya'll niggas know who got the hottest
Face it, I got the whole globe on nate shit
Straight from the to the covers of the latest rap pages
the projects to black vegas
Don kingin' niggas, make 'em sign blank
It's the american way, do my enemies pray or is it me?
Hustlin', hopin' the fiends me
to us, hold up, let me walk you through this
Wannabe pimps, hoes, often
need to know what the truth is
Fuck the
I miss my mark but God has 'em
When I see his flics I start
I to let it go
But I livin' this life a nigga never know.

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