Luyện nghe bài hát In My Life

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

Sara: welcome welcome
Fred: crazy
welcome welcome welcome
Fred:i'm
sara: welcome welcome
yeh
sara: welcome welcome
Fred: welcome(what i've seen in life)
life is what you make it (in my life).
ness:you gotta do the work.
ness: yeh let nobody hold you down baby.
yeh
(welcome welcome)

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

i remember one mornin i was the O,
and out the blue i heard a at the do'.
i looked the peep hole and its a fiend man he needed some coke,
and at the time i really needed his but i know the rules.
you never sell crack where you rest at, 'cause 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 out bout 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 times thought it gets stressin,
i stickin the clip in, cockin,and second guessin,
i couldn't 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 they stomachs popped out.
seen it all,
nigga'z stretched out by the store,
life no more,don't seem small...i'm focused.
in the crib ryhmns while i'm smokin,
while nigga'z on the totin' i see em' later.
my mom make pay for a with 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 hundred pack in the pocket of my vest/ 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 behind... its nothin
get to the top reguardless,
got love for female but think i'm the hardest
in my

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