Luyện nghe bài hát In My Life

Chorus: life is what you it,
it may sound basic.
goin some bad times (in my life)
be thankful for the good times yeeeah
though we build up the strength to carry 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)
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 like where you been loyd,
up with a bad case of hemroids.
writin and trifullin 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.
rest of my freedom boxed up, missen the its the set up...hipothetically speakin.
even my pop was over tickets of speedin drinkin and driven
i ain't forget he i forgot em'.
my mom got hairs from 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 with me.
with a niece and a nephew that 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 hole and its a fiend man he needed some coke,
and at the time i needed his dough but i know the rules.
you never sell crack where you rest at, 'cause haters 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 found out bout they had to go and X that,
my eye'z redder than call me the X-Men.
i thank god for every blessin,
the roads got tough thanks 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 coops pigeons in my life.

potheads and high dropouts,
little girls with they popped out.
seen it all,
nigga'z out by the corner store,
no more,don't seem 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 she told me ask your dad.(ask your dad)
so i'd hit the ad and knock off(???)
a pack in the pocket of my vest/ jeaned skirt.
tryin to get a deal on the side,
battle b!tches outside in front of fried.
of nigga'z wanna 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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