Luyện nghe bài hát My Story

(Verse 1)
Its way past my curfew in an emcee
rhyme dispersal, the ones rehearsal
and if Pops me, Id get smacked hard
by tree branch from my own backyard
it was all about textbooks and grades with As
something hard to as a hiphop slave
skating on pave, or lounging after school my crew
writing on the bus, or finding ways to rock a shoe
paying no return no concern back then
like fat kids in lunch at shows packed in
for battles with ill punch lines at crunch time
by unknown emcees thinking why arent they
then Id up a pen and express
rhymes were nonsense but nonetheless off my chest
while some thought I should stop my breath
dent on I put my pen to rest
so whats left but getting every day
rolling with vegas, smoking profit away
Cypress on play singing stoned is the way
singing is the way

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

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

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

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