Luyện nghe bài hát In My Life

Chorus: is what you make it,
though it may basic.
goin though some bad (in my life)
be thankful 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
Fred: this
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).
ness:you do the hard work.
ness: yeh can't let hold you down baby.
yeh
(welcome welcome)

hit the bricks chic's like where you been loyd,
locked up a bad case of hemroids.
writin and trifullin ryhmns,
the life and the times,
of on the grind.
white collared criminals climb the ladder,
while nigga'z me gotta sell coke to cracka'z.
rest of my freedom boxed up, the season its the set up...hipothetically speakin.
even my pop was knocked over tickets of drinkin and driven
i forget he think i forgot em'.
my mom got gray from worrying sick,
and my sister got a now pushin the stick.
just a lil to get her from A to B,
i got nowhere to go stay with me.
with a niece and a nephew love me to death,
my little brother nick got he lovin whats left.

i remember one mornin i was the O,
and out the i heard a knock at the do'.
i looked through the peep hole and its a fiend man he some coke,
and at the time i really needed his dough but i the rules.
you sell crack where you rest at, 'cause haters send shells where yah chest at.
but in my case the motha***** sent shells where my at ,
found out i dead give him a spot to rest at
i found out bout they had to go and X that,
my eye'z redder cyclops call me the X-Men.
i thank god just for blessin,
though the roads got thanks for every lesson,
i loads at times 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 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 seem small...i'm 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 told me ask dad.(ask your dad)
so i'd hit the ad and knock off(???)
a hundred pack in the of my vest/ jeaned skirt.
tryin 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 lame behind... its nothin
get to the top reguardless,
got love for female rappers but think i'm the
in my

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