Luyện nghe bài hát My Story

(Verse 1)
Its way past my curfew in an emcee
rhyme dispersal, the without rehearsal
and if Pops me, Id get smacked hard
by tree branch from my own backyard
cause it was all about textbooks and grades As
something hard to juggle as a hiphop
skating on pave, or lounging after with my crew
writing tags on the bus, or finding ways to rock a
paying no return no concern back then
like fat kids in lunch lines at packed in
for rhyme battles with ill punch lines at crunch
by emcees thinking why arent they signed?
then Id up a pen and express
rhymes were but nonetheless were off my chest
while some thought I should wasting my breath
dent on I put my pen to rest
so whats left but high every day
rolling blunts vegas, smoking profit away
Cypress Hill on singing stoned is the way
stoned is the way

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

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

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

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