Luyện nghe bài hát In My Life

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

Sara: welcome welcome
Fred: this
sara: welcome welcome
thankful
sara: welcome welcome
yeh
sara: welcome welcome
Fred: welcome welcome(what i've in life)
ness: is what you make it (in my life).
gotta do the hard work.
ness: yeh can't let nobody you down baby.
yeh
(welcome welcome)

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

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

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

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