Luyện nghe bài hát My Story

(Verse 1)
Its way past my in an emcee circle
rhyme dispersal, the without rehearsal
and if Pops me, Id get smacked hard
by that tree branch my own backyard
cause it was all about textbooks and grades As
something hard to juggle as a slave
skating on pave, or after school with my crew
writing tags on the bus, or finding ways to rock a
dues 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 unknown emcees thinking why they signed?
then Id pick up a pen and
were nonsense but nonetheless were off my chest
while some thought I should stop wasting my
dent on I put my pen to rest
so left but getting high every day
rolling blunts vegas, smoking profit away
Cypress Hill on play stoned is the way
singing is the way

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

(Verse 2)
And with mad smoke the need for entertainment
But radio was now playing some strange hits
clubs gettin closed, cause was tight
folks would rather find some ass.. that hiphop trash
and can I blame em? Im sayin, were 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 vocab
then wrote, slowly steadily something
if lyrics were harsh the 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 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 asked about the story so let it be

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

(Verse 3)
Singing one for free cans and two for mean
Thats the very track put my past in the streets
copped doubles to juggle the beats
using language that to let their hands speak
To peeps showed love but not all felt this rhyme sayer
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 five cause eyes looked
mentally struck, forget peaches and cream and
but it my biceps and today I lift up
jotting facts and pouring out my soul in these raps
fingers crossed, herds are left with words that last
and beats that make dancers put soul in their
Wreckin shop the bay, La back to Brooklyn
Kids temples, scientists bite fists
Keros on the shining light through mist
Cause if Im not fueling the flame Im like a
My might 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
Sayin