Luyện nghe bài hát In My Life

Chorus: life is you make it,
though it may basic.
goin though some bad (in my life)
then be thankful for the times yeeeah
though we must build up the strength to on(in my life)
to my liiiiiiife(welcome welcome)

Sara: welcome welcome
Fred: crazy
sara: welcome welcome
thankful
sara: welcome welcome
yeh
sara: welcome welcome
Fred: welcome(what i've seen in life)
ness: life is what you it (in my life).
ness:you gotta do the work.
ness: yeh can't let hold you down baby.
yeh
(welcome welcome)

hit the chic's like damn where you been loyd,
locked up with a bad of hemroids.
writin and trifullin ryhmns,
the life and the times,
of on the grind.
white criminals climb the corporate ladder,
while nigga'z me gotta sell coke to cracka'z.
rest of my boxed up, missen the season its the set up...hipothetically speakin.
even my pop was knocked over tickets of speedin drinkin and
i ain't he think i forgot em'.
my mom got gray hairs worrying sick,
and my got a house now pushin the stick.
just a lil to get her from A to B,
i got to go come stay with me.
with a niece and a nephew love me to death,
my little brother nick got guest he lovin left.

i one mornin i was cookin the O,
and out the blue i a knock at the do'.
i looked the peep hole and its a fiend man he needed some coke,
and at the time i needed his dough but i know the rules.
you never sell crack where you rest at, 'cause haters send shells where yah at.
but in my case the motha***** sent shells where my at ,
found out i ain't dead give him a spot to at
i found out bout they had to go and X that,
my eye'z redder cyclops call me the X-Men.
i god just for every blessin,
though the roads got thanks for every lesson,
i carry loads at even thought it gets stressin,
i remember the clip in, cockin,and second guessin,
i couldn't the reign of a new edition,
the fast had me layin in the coops with pigeons in my life.

potheads and high dropouts,
girls with they stomachs popped out.
i've it all,
nigga'z stretched out by the store,
life no more,don't small...i'm gettin focused.
in the crib writin ryhmns i'm smokin,
while on the block totin' i see em' later.
my mom pay for a cheat with a cast,
asked for a pair of kicks she me ask your dad.(ask your dad)
so i'd hit the ad and knock off(???)
a hundred pack in the pocket of my jeaned skirt.
meanwhile tryin to get a on the side,
battle b!tches outside in front of fried.
of nigga'z wanna see me shine,
but i still got the lame behind... its nothin
get to the top reguardless,
got love for female but think i'm the hardest
in my

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