Luyện nghe bài hát My Story

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

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

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

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

(Verse 3)
one for free cans and two for mean streaks
Thats the very track that put my in the streets
Deejays copped doubles to the beats
using language that managed to let their speak
To peeps that love but not all felt this rhyme sayer
Non believers, killing vibes Cal Tjader
Cause of my or the way I appeared
But still I ran the race placed to the rear
imagine a gook, a jumped by truth
kicked out spots at age five cause eyes looked
struck, forget peaches and cream and such
but it built my and today I lift up
down facts and pouring out my soul in these raps
fingers crossed, till herds are left with that last
and beats that make put soul in their movements
Wreckin shop from the bay, La back to
Kids scratch temples, scientists bite
Keros on the scene shining through mist
Cause if Im not fueling the flame Im like a
My mouth might move but I aint nothing
So tuned to see how this ends
Sayin peace, sincerely yours, till we meet
Sayin peace..till we meet
Sayin