Luyện nghe bài hát In My Life

Chorus: is what you make it,
though it may basic.
goin though bad times (in my life)
then be thankful for the good 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
welcome welcome(what i've seen in life)
ness: life is you make it (in my life).
ness:you do the hard work.
ness: yeh can't let hold you down baby.
yeh
(welcome welcome)

hit the bricks chic's like damn you been loyd,
up with 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 coke 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 he think i forgot em'.
my mom got gray hairs from 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 stay with me.
with a niece and a that love me to death,
my little nick got guest he lovin whats left.

i one mornin i was cookin the O,
and out the blue i a knock at the do'.
i through the peep hole and its a fiend man he needed some coke,
and at the i really needed his dough but i know the rules.
you sell crack where you rest at, 'cause haters send shells where yah chest at.
but in my case the motha***** sent where my vest at ,
found out i ain't give him a spot to rest at
i found out they spot had to go and X that,
my eye'z redder than cyclops me the X-Men.
i god just for every blessin,
though the roads got tough thanks for lesson,
i carry loads at even thought it gets stressin,
i remember the clip in, cockin,and second guessin,
i stand the reign of a new edition,
the fast lane had me in the coops with pigeons in my life.

potheads and school dropouts,
little girls with they stomachs out.
i've it all,
nigga'z out by the corner store,
life no more,don't small...i'm gettin focused.
in the crib ryhmns 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 pair of kicks she told me ask your dad.(ask dad)
so i'd rather hit the ad and off(???)
a pack in the pocket of my vest/ jeaned skirt.
meanwhile tryin to get a on the side,
battle b!tches outside in of ketucky fried.
alot of nigga'z see me shine,
but i still got the draggin behind... its nothin
get to the top reguardless,
got for female rappers but think i'm the hardest
in my

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