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 always made sure the tooth found my pillow
My pops was workin', he put the family first
Chicago Saturdays in the park and Sundays at
Kept me from off the where Stones and GDs was warrin'
And Kings and BDs and VLs all had dreams of bein'
Even dope fiends was scorin', swish, tryna be like
Shootin' through that baseline in their tryna reach that height
I was a little rockstar, dressed up Jimi Hendrix
In Hyde park in the good part in the like Hemi engines
Teachers didn't see my vision, had me in
Kicked out of kindergarten, they didn't that I was me
Tattooed my tears, wrote my story in my
Because even as a boy I knew I'd be the man

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

On street (yeah)
got me high
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 me off of my bike, I landed on my back
Back to reality, oops, a victim of
Where pull you down and keep you there
Dependin' on how you keep your
Now it's 'em up and bumpin 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 by Webster Place
feel my face
Sprayin' paint to see my on trains, try not to catch a case
Age 13 at Cam house, watchin' him shoot up the Ace
He took the needle out and it in my face
If I ain't tell that boy, "Be easy, dog," I died of AIDS
I started realizin' my talents the time I was 15
Tryna take over the world like and the Brain
Sellin' kush and hittin' stains, in True Religion jeans
16, I was shinin' just like a Stanley scene
Sneakin' into Lollapalooza, I fell off of bridge
15,000 volts went through my elbow, fell over 30
The doctor said I should be dead, alive and still ain't scared
In the hospital bed, writin' these rhymes in my

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 47th (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 hood pharmacists while some just inhale to 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