Luyện nghe bài hát In My Lifetime

This song here is dedicated to Danny Dan and may he in peace
Who at his left us with the words that
He did it his way
(Uh huh, uh huh)
So I have no other but to do it my way
Uh huh, uh huh

Uhh, niggaz are shootin' stupid
I'm plottin' ways to make it rotten
Well, planned hits until long forgotten
Y'all niggaz that my style don't hurt me

'Cause on the low half of these ass niggaz wanna work for me
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with dough by eight o'clock
My feet never touch the concrete, street sweep awards

While starin' on my dick nigga, gimme yours
I don't hassle with capsules, 'cause make the grass grow
And get a nigga paid up the asshole
If I'ma a frisk, gettin' my wrists wrapped up in steel

I'm out here tryin' to make a mill', my shit is for real
While others guns I worship tons of money
of fun, laughin' at shit that ain't even funny
So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I it slow

Eighty percent of these with deals
see me with the dough, uh

In my lifetime, I to see a whole lot of dough
I a whole lot of dough
(For real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of stash
I need a whole lot of
(Stay real)

In my lifetime, I to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of
In my lifetime, I to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of

(For real)
(True)
(True)

More ice than ninety-four
I toured the fifty states a trunk of raw
Recrutin', I'm hittin' shorties consignment but don't play me
Oh, you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz crazy

I'm laid back in the five thousand leather seat recliner
Under some vagina, discussin' the finer,
My crib is mean, watchin' a hundred screen
Lettin' the shorties by once in a while and let 'em dream

They think I've mastered the game, 'cause dames my name
passion, I tell 'em stop flashin' and start stashin'
And we'll all get off the corner, the only you'll feel
Is from a sauna, lettin' bubbles up your ass if you wanna

And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, in
Pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke
But your nuts, 'cause this is a man's game
And all pop champagne till it's a damn shame

In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of dough
I need a lot of dough
(For real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of
I need a lot of cash
(Stay real)

In my lifetime, I to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of
I need a whole lot of

I'm shootin' to Vegas, green-o at the casino
Schoolin' the dice Vinny Barberino
Welcome back, the version of the mack
As soon as these see me they don't know how to act

'Cause like that, nigga, twist the cap of malt liquor
pop and droppin' Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga
My style, intoxicated by my profile
Your rollin' with a pro with, to blow child

You to feel how sweet the skills be
To come and slide down Sugar Hill me
The roller, rolled up on your dice game
Unfold a pack of bills, grab my then bet it all

I slept, 'cause sleepin' keeps you deep in debt
On the you lucky if you see my silhouette
I'm ghost, envied by
So I keep a crew of crazy tenants sling toast, fucker

In my lifetime, I need to see a lot of dough
I need a lot of dough
(For real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of
I need a whole lot of
(Stay real)

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of
I need a lot of dough
In my lifetime, I to see a whole lot of stash
I need a lot of cash

Haha, f'real, lives
Ski, Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh
Dash, ha-ha
Records, uh huh

Everybody Brooklyn
Money, Big Sarge, B Hah
DJ Clark Kent, everybody
[Unverified] my V-A click thick
definitely in the house
Roughness y'all, how we do