Luyện nghe bài hát My Story

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

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

(Verse 2)
And mad smoke came 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 trash
and can I blame em? Im sayin, things were bottom
With exceptions of few, my head was rarely
So I got in a zone and blew the off my notepad
Arm with words, struggled with vocab
then wrote, slowly something something
if lyrics were the beats had to be bumping
no frontin, off the bat some turned their backs
but many felt the same put my name on the map
and brought me down my , Japan and back
mad support from locals cats, like homies at
with blunts out at the end of its road
blazing trails on a spiritual path, new goals
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 telling ya yo the truth is out my story is
And its like 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 cans and two for streaks
Thats the very track that put my past in the
Deejays copped to juggle the beats
using language that to let their hands speak
To peeps that love but not all felt 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
imagine a gook, a youth by truth
kicked out spots at age five cause eyes looked
mentally struck, forget and cream and such
but it my biceps and today I lift up
down facts and pouring out my soul in these raps
fingers crossed, till herds are left words that last
and beats that make dancers put in their movements
Wreckin shop from the bay, La to Brooklyn
Kids scratch temples, scientists fists
Keros on the scene shining light mist
Cause if Im not the flame Im like a puppet
My mouth might move but I sayin nothing
So stay tuned to see how ends
peace, sincerely yours, till we meet again
Sayin peace..till we meet
peace