Luyện nghe bài hát In My Life

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

Sara: welcome welcome
Fred: crazy
sara: welcome welcome
thankful
sara: welcome welcome
yeh
sara: welcome welcome
Fred: welcome welcome(what seen in life)
ness: life is what you it (in my life).
gotta do the hard work.
ness: yeh can't let hold you down baby.
yeh
(welcome welcome)

hit the chic's 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.
white criminals climb the corporate ladder,
while nigga'z me gotta sell coke to cracka'z.
rest of my boxed up, missen the season its the set up...hipothetically speakin.
my pop was knocked over tickets of speedin drinkin and driven
i ain't he think i forgot em'.
my mom got gray hairs worrying sick,
and my got a house now pushin the stick.
just a lil somthin to get her 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 through the hole and its a fiend man he needed some coke,
and at the time i really his dough but i know the rules.
you never crack where you rest at, 'cause haters send shells where yah chest at.
but in my case the motha***** sent shells 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 than cyclops me the X-Men.
i god just for every blessin,
though the roads got tough for every lesson,
i carry loads at times even thought it stressin,
i stickin the clip in, cockin,and second guessin,
i stand the reign of a new edition,
the fast lane had me layin in the with pigeons in my life.

potheads and high dropouts,
little with they stomachs popped out.
seen 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,
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 dad.(ask your dad)
so i'd rather hit the ad and off(???)
a hundred pack in the of my vest/ jeaned skirt.
meanwhile to get a deal on the side,
battle b!tches outside in of ketucky fried.
of nigga'z wanna see me shine,
but i still got the lame behind... its nothin
get to the top reguardless,
got for female rappers but think i'm the hardest
in my

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