Luyện nghe bài hát My Story

(Verse 1)
Its way past my curfew in an emcee
rhyme dispersal, the without rehearsal
and if Pops found me, Id get hard
by that tree branch my own backyard
cause it was all about textbooks and with As
something hard to as a hiphop slave
skating on pave, or lounging after school with my
writing tags on the bus, or finding to rock a shoe
paying dues no return no back then
like fat kids in lunch lines at packed in
for rhyme with ill punch lines at crunch time
by emcees thinking why arent they signed?
then Id pick up a pen and
rhymes nonsense but nonetheless were off my chest
while some I should stop wasting my breath
dent on confidence I put my pen to
so whats left but getting every day
rolling blunts with vegas, smoking away
Hill on play singing stoned is the way
singing is the way

(chorus)
And its like that Im ya
Thats the way it went down, down
And its like Im telling ya yo the truth is out my story is found
And its that Im telling ya
the way it went down, down down
And its that Im telling ya, yo the truth is out
My is found..

(Verse 2)
And with mad smoke the need for entertainment
But Hiphop radio was now some strange hits
clubs gettin closed, cause money was
folks would rather find some ass.. than hiphop trash
and can I blame em? Im sayin, things rock bottom
exceptions of few, my head was rarely nodding
So I got in a and blew the dust off my notepad
Arm wrestled with words, with vocab
then wrote, slowly steadily something
if were harsh the beats had to be bumping
no frontin, right off the bat some their backs
but many felt the same which put my on the map
and brought me down my coast , Japan and
mad support from cats, like homies at Stacks
with burnt out at the end of its road
trails on a spiritual path, with new goals
and how it went how the plot unfolds
they about the story so let it be told

(chorus)
And its that Im telling ya
Thats the way it went down, down
And its like that Im telling ya yo the is out my story is found
And its that Im telling ya
Thats the way it went down, down
And its like Im telling ya, yo the truth is out
My is found..

(Verse 3)
Singing one for free and two for mean streaks
the very track that put my past in the streets
Deejays copped doubles to juggle the
using language that managed to let hands speak
To peeps that showed love but not all this rhyme sayer
Non believers, killing like Cal Tjader
of my race or the way I appeared
But I ran the race when placed to the rear
a gook, a youth jumped by truth
kicked out spots at age five eyes looked glued
mentally struck, forget peaches and cream and
but it my biceps and today I lift up
jotting down facts and pouring out my soul in raps
fingers crossed, till herds are left words that last
and beats that make dancers put soul in their
shop from the bay, La back to Brooklyn
Kids scratch temples, scientists fists
Keros on the scene shining light mist
if Im not fueling the flame Im like a puppet
My mouth move but I aint sayin nothing
So stay to see how this ends
peace, sincerely yours, till we meet again
Sayin peace..till we meet
peace