Luyện nghe bài hát In My Life

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

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

hit the bricks like damn where you been loyd,
up with a bad case of hemroids.
writin and fightin ryhmns,
about the and the times,
of on the grind.
white criminals climb the corporate ladder,
while like 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 knocked over tickets of speedin and driven
i ain't he think 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 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 heard a at the do'.
i looked through the peep and its a fiend man he needed some coke,
and at the i really needed 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 case the sent shells where my vest at ,
found out i ain't dead give him a to rest at
i found out they spot had to go and X that,
my eye'z redder than call me the X-Men.
i thank god just for blessin,
though the roads got thanks for every lesson,
i carry loads at even thought it gets stressin,
i remember stickin the clip in, cockin,and guessin,
i couldn't stand the of a new edition,
the fast had me layin in the coops with pigeons in my life.

potheads and high dropouts,
little with they stomachs popped out.
seen it all,
nigga'z stretched out by the store,
no more,don't seem small...i'm gettin focused.
in the writin ryhmns while i'm smokin,
nigga'z on the block totin' i see em' later.
my mom make pay for a cheat a cast,
for a pair of kicks she told me ask your dad.(ask your dad)
so i'd hit the ad and knock off(???)
a hundred in the pocket 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 got the lame 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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