Luyện nghe bài hát In My Life

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

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

hit the bricks chic's like damn you been loyd,
locked up with a bad of hemroids.
and fightin 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.
my pop was knocked over tickets of speedin drinkin and driven
i ain't forget he 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 with me.
with a niece and a that love me to death,
my little brother got guest he lovin whats left.

i one mornin i was cookin 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 really needed his dough but i the rules.
you never sell crack 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 give him a spot to rest at
i found out bout spot had to go and X that,
my eye'z redder than call me the X-Men.
i thank god 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 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 girls with they popped out.
i've it all,
nigga'z out by the corner store,
life no more,don't 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 with a cast,
asked for a of kicks she told me ask your dad.(ask your dad)
so i'd rather hit the ad and off(???)
a pack in the pocket of my vest/ jeaned skirt.
tryin to get a deal on the side,
battle b!tches outside in 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 rappers but i'm the hardest
in my

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