Luyện nghe bài hát Memories on 47th St.

Memories,

Oh
I am the first son of Betsy and Edward
love and made a legend, Woodlawn and 47th
Gunshots outside my window, drug out by the Citgo
But mama made sure the tooth fairy found my pillow
My pops was workin', he put the family first
Chicago in the park and Sundays at church
me from off the corner where Stones and GDs was warrin'
And Kings and BDs and VLs all had dreams of bein'
dope fiends was scorin', swish, tryna be like Mike
Shootin' through that baseline in their veins tryna reach that
I was a little rockstar, dressed up Jimi Hendrix
In park 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
Tattooed my tears, 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 will be mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all mine, all

At age 12 I learned the difference between white and
Police pulled me off of my bike, I landed on my
Back to reality, oops, a of gravity
they pull you down and keep you there
Dependin' on how you keep hair
Now fuck 'em up and bumpin nothin' but NWA
a 7 or an 8th, way before 7th grade
My sellin' yay
Sebastian got me high first time
In the back of an truck by Webster Place
feel my face
Sprayin' paint to see my 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 waved it in my
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 the world like Pinky and the Brain
Sellin' kush and hittin' stains, in True Religion jeans
16, I was just like a Stanley Kubrick scene
into Lollapalooza, I fell off of that bridge
15,000 volts went my elbow, fell over 30 feet
The doctor I should be dead, still alive and still ain't scared
In the hospital bed, writin' rhymes in my head

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

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

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