Luyện nghe bài hát Never Had It Made

First I was born and healthy
I told my one day I'd be wealthy
Can't forget my first day at
Got stabbed in the head with a pencil but cool
Get my education, a job and a family, a good

And about grade two?
Got shot in the neck and the bullet went through
But I'm a textbook
Don't fuck with me I'm going to grade three

Thank God it's lunch in a
Bit into my hot dog with a blade in it
And it cut my off
But I how to multiply so what's up, boss

had to step out
I dropped out of school they ripped my neck out
Who where the road led?
a man with a briefcase and no head

So I'm fuck that
Show me a quarter and an of crack
And I'm than a fucking light post
I sold a lot of crack but I bought the

Now I'm a base head on my luck
Roaming the streets and got hit by a Truck
And thrown a block
But I'm thinking but gimme a rock

my sign I'll work for crack
With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my
And I'm sleeping in the
next to Jam Town's mother

I'm eating rats in the street
I keep on checking for my own beat
Now I'm weighing at a
little neck and I'm barely alive

Got my first taste of life in
I ate a dead, shh, but don't
me, sir, can you spare some change?
I'll cut your face off and eat brains

You all about me
You act like you ain't penitentiary
Spitting and cussing and you know piss
these iron braces on my fucking wrists

And I'm for the slammer
killer, all on the camera
First day, they my back
Next day, broke my neck

Third day, they my leg
day, they broke my head
Swallowing on trucking
But be no fucking

That's strictly for the
Seen a in a week and my nuts fell off
So I'm finna
How shit can one club no take?

Stop, fool, stop or fire
Shot me off and I fell in the razor
I'm all up, cut, cut, cut, slit, slit, cut, cut
You don't love me, I don't care

Tie my ass up in the chair
I got no family, I got no
I pray to God my life ends
They thought they had killed me

They me to the morgue
I'm just a stiff that's all, like a board
I lay in my coffin, just chill and wait and chill
But then I out knife swinging all about

And motherfucking mother, mother, mother, kill
I used to wonder life's about
Until it me up and spit me out
ghetto created a psycho nut
Not psycho, psycho nut

Now I'm living in the walls of house
And I'll die there and lay and rot a dead mouse
I'm packing a sickle I'm on your roof and I'm the fiddle
You want me in a straight

'Cuz I see a throat, I'm a hack it
Where I'm at? What's my
Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a
And it ripped my legs off, uh, but a minor coft

You can't get me I swing from a
Shouting and cussing and at me
Everybody's end two cents
A branch broke and I on a picket fence

I'm and they're coming to get me
Rip myself off and I took my lungs me
I'm stuffing back in
Fuck! They go back in

Now my gettin' dense
'Cuz my heart's beating
On a fence
They shoot me up and

Thinking, thinking, clown
Wicked, wicked, clown
You know all about a wicked clown
I had it made