Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

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

1:
Fifty-two blocks, gazelle
Bald and heavy chains
caught in the game
Back in '83, before tv
these so called thug niggas played in the street
I used to the stories
niggas here before me
Like the porters, the fat cats, the pauly's
Outlaw league, the street to the pen
Eyes glossy, only speak when they bent
Off the perfect
Forcin' down herbs and
Only hot slugs 'll ya quicker
Think it out and elevate, I gave to the state
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 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 give a fuck, gettin' drunk
guns all night.

2:
Straight shots of hen with no
Mo' paper, stubborn, hard like joe frazier
The gremlins, the pack that I with
Keep by the stomach
Act up and hundreds
Niggas want it, see me I be the ring leader, lion tamer
Do the and macarena
A black entertainer, bottom
Ya'll niggas who got the hottest rhymes
Face it, I got the whole globe on some nate
Straight from the to the covers of the latest rap pages
the projects to black vegas
Don kingin' niggas, make 'em sign papers
the american way, do my enemies pray or is it just me?
Hustlin', hopin' the fiends me
Talkin' to us, hold up, let me walk you this
Wannabe pimps, hoes, often
need to know what the truth is
Fuck the
I my nigga mark but God has 'em
When I see his I start spazzin'
I to let it go
But I guess livin' this life a never know.

3:
I to love starters, thug garments
Boppin' spofford, r.o.r. on drug charges
Writin' on walls, florescent markers and
my loot to buy a firearm
Broken safety, borough and jay street
the train not knowin' that a fall awaits me
Problems when I started slingin'
Late I hear revolvers ringin'
The echos cops to start rodney kingin'
Many riots, is there any
Everybody henny, hustled 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 the house
I'm tryin' to see the world, the streets without a care
I remember it 'cause I was there.