Luyện nghe bài hát Never Had It Made

First I was born young and
I my mother one day I'd be wealthy
Can't forget my day at school
Got stabbed in the head a pencil but it's cool
Get my education, a job and a family, a good

And what about grade
Got shot in the neck and the bullet went through
But I'm packing a
Don't fuck with me 'cuz I'm going to grade

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

had to step out
I dropped out of school when they my neck out
Who knows where the road
Seen a man a briefcase and no head

So I'm like that
me a quarter and an ounce of crack
And I'm straighter than a light post
I a lot of crack but I bought the most

Now I'm a base down on my luck
Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack
And thrown about a
But I'm nothing but gimme a rock

Holding my sign I'll work for
With my E.T. shirt on my back
And I'm in the gutter
next to Jam Town's mother

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

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

You all about me
You act like you seen penitentiary
and cussing and you know I'll piss
With these iron on my fucking wrists

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

day, they broke my leg
Fourth day, they broke my
Swallowing kept on
But there'll be no

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

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

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

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

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

Now I'm in the walls of your house
And I'll die there and lay and rot like a mouse
I'm packing a sickle I'm on roof and I'm playing 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 my legs off, uh, nothing but a minor coft

You can't get me I swing from a
Shouting and and shooting at me
end make two cents
A broke and I fell on a picket fence

I'm stuck and coming to get me
Rip myself off and I took my lungs me
I'm stuffing them in
Fuck! They won't go in

Now my life's gettin'
'Cuz my still beating
On a wooden
They shoot me up and

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