Luyện nghe bài hát In My Life

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

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

hit the bricks like damn where you been loyd,
locked up a bad case of hemroids.
and fightin trifullin ryhmns,
about the and the times,
of on the grind.
collared criminals climb the corporate ladder,
while nigga'z me gotta sell coke to cracka'z.
of my freedom boxed up, missen the season its the set up...hipothetically speakin.
even my pop was over tickets of speedin drinkin and driven
i forget he think i forgot em'.
my mom got gray hairs from sick,
and my sister got a now pushin the stick.
a lil somthin to get her from A to B,
i got nowhere to go come with me.
a niece and a nephew that love me to death,
my little brother nick got guest he whats left.

i remember one i was cookin the O,
and out the blue i a knock at the do'.
i looked through the peep 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 crack where you rest at, 'cause haters send shells yah chest at.
but in my the motha***** sent shells where my vest at ,
found out i ain't dead give him a spot to at
i out bout they spot had to go and X that,
my eye'z redder cyclops call me the X-Men.
i thank god for every blessin,
though the roads got tough for every lesson,
i carry loads at even thought it gets stressin,
i stickin the clip in, cockin,and second guessin,
i couldn't stand the of a new edition,
the fast lane had me layin in the coops with in my life.

potheads and high dropouts,
little girls with they popped out.
i've it all,
stretched out by the corner store,
life no more,don't seem small...i'm focused.
in the writin ryhmns while i'm smokin,
while nigga'z on the block 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 pocket of my jeaned skirt.
meanwhile to get a deal 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 love for female but think i'm the hardest
in my

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