Luyện nghe bài hát In My Life

Chorus: is what you make it,
though it may basic.
goin though some bad (in my life)
be thankful for the good times yeeeah
though we must build up the strength to 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 welcome(what i've in life)
ness: is what you make it (in my life).
gotta do the hard work.
ness: yeh let nobody hold you down baby.
yeh
(welcome welcome)

hit the bricks like damn where you been loyd,
up with a bad case of hemroids.
writin and fightin ryhmns,
the life and the times,
of on the grind.
white collared criminals the corporate ladder,
while like me gotta sell coke to cracka'z.
rest of my freedom up, missen the season its the set up...hipothetically speakin.
even my pop was knocked over of speedin drinkin and driven
i ain't forget he i forgot em'.
my mom got gray hairs from sick,
and my sister got a now pushin the stick.
a lil somthin to get her from A to B,
i got nowhere to go stay with me.
with a niece and a nephew that me to death,
my little nick got guest he lovin whats left.

i remember one i was cookin the O,
and out the blue i 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 sell crack where you rest at, 'cause haters send shells where yah chest at.
but in my case the motha***** sent where my vest at ,
found out i ain't dead him a spot to rest at
i found out they spot had to go and X that,
my eye'z redder than call me the X-Men.
i god just for every blessin,
though the roads got thanks for every lesson,
i carry loads at even 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 in the coops with pigeons in my life.

potheads and high dropouts,
little girls with they 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 writin ryhmns 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 hit the ad and knock off(???)
a hundred pack in the pocket of my jeaned skirt.
meanwhile to get a deal on the side,
battle b!tches in front of ketucky fried.
alot of nigga'z 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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