Luyện nghe bài hát Memories on 47th St.

Memories,

Oh
I am the first son of Betsy and Mensah
Made and made a legend, Woodlawn and 47th
Gunshots my window, drug deals out by the Citgo
But mama made sure the tooth fairy found my pillow
My pops was workin', he put the family first
Chicago Saturdays in the park and at church
me from off the corner where Stones and GDs was warrin'
And and BDs and VLs all had dreams of bein' Jordan
Even dope fiends was scorin', swish, tryna be Mike
Shootin' that baseline in their veins tryna reach that height
I was a little rockstar, up like Jimi Hendrix
In Hyde in the good part in the hood like Hemi engines
Teachers didn't see my vision, had me in
Kicked out of kindergarten, didn't know that I was me
my tears, wrote my story in my skin
Because even as a boy I always I'd be the man

In my (In my dreams)
I saw it in my (yeah)
The city will be mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all

On 47th (yeah)
Sebastian got me
One day it be mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine

At age 12 I learned the difference white and black
Police pulled me off of my bike, I on my back
Back to reality, oops, a of gravity
Where they pull you down and keep you
on how you keep your hair
Now it's fuck 'em up and nothin' but NWA
a 7 or an 8th, way before 7th grade
My sellin' yay
Sebastian got me high that time
In the back of an abandoned truck by Place
feel my face
Sprayin' to see my name on trains, try not to catch a case
Age 13 at Cam granny house, watchin' him up the Ace
He took the needle out and it in my face
If I ain't that boy, "Be easy, dog," I coulda died of AIDS
I started realizin' my talents the time I was 15
Tryna take over the world Pinky and the Brain
Sellin' kush and hittin' stains, still in True jeans
16, I was shinin' just like a Stanley Kubrick
into Lollapalooza, I fell off of that bridge
15,000 volts went through my elbow, over 30 feet
The doctor said I should be dead, still alive and still ain't
In the hospital bed, writin' these in my head

In my (In my dreams)
I saw it in my (yeah)
The city be mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine

On street (yeah)
got me high
One day it be mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine

In a land of desperation we often to self medication as a coping mechanism.
Some make a living as hood pharmacists while just inhale to remove them from hell.
I watched from the window of a gated community until I grew old enough was no immunity from allure of the life