Luyện nghe bài hát In My Life

Chorus: is what you make it,
though it may basic.
though 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
this crazy
sara: welcome welcome
Fred:i'm
welcome 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 do the hard work.
ness: yeh can't let nobody you down baby.
yeh
(welcome welcome)

hit the bricks chic's like damn you been loyd,
locked up a bad case of hemroids.
writin and fightin ryhmns,
the life and the times,
of on the grind.
white collared climb the corporate ladder,
while nigga'z like me gotta coke to cracka'z.
of my freedom boxed up, missen the season its the set up...hipothetically speakin.
even my pop was knocked over tickets of speedin drinkin and
i ain't forget he think i em'.
my mom got gray hairs from 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 stay with me.
with a and a nephew that 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 needed coke,
and at the time i really needed his but i know the rules.
you never sell crack where you at, 'cause haters send shells where yah chest at.
but in my the motha***** sent shells where my vest at ,
found out i dead give him a spot to rest at
i found out bout spot 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 tough for every lesson,
i carry at times even thought it gets stressin,
i remember stickin the clip in, cockin,and guessin,
i stand the reign of a new edition,
the fast had me layin in the coops with pigeons in my life.

potheads and high dropouts,
little 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 writin ryhmns while i'm smokin,
while nigga'z on the totin' i see em' later.
my mom make pay for a cheat a cast,
for a pair of kicks she told me ask your dad.(ask your dad)
so i'd rather hit the ad and off(???)
a hundred pack in the pocket of my vest/ skirt.
tryin to get a deal on the side,
battle b!tches outside in front of 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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