Luyện nghe bài hát Never Had It Made

First I was born and healthy
I told my mother one day I'd be
forget my first 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 grade two?
Got in the neck and the bullet went straight 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 my hot dog with a razor blade in it
And it cut my off
But I how to multiply so what's up, boss

Finally had to out
I out of school when they ripped my neck out
Who knows where the led?
Seen a man a briefcase and no head

So I'm fuck that
Show me a quarter and an of crack
And I'm straighter 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 and got hit by a Mack Truck
And thrown a block
But I'm thinking nothing but a rock

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

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

Got my taste of life in hell
I ate a dead, shh, but tell
Excuse me, sir, can you spare some
cut your face off and eat your brains

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

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

Third day, broke my leg
Fourth day, broke my head
kept on trucking
But be no fucking

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

Stop, fool, stop or I'll
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 electric
I got no family, I got no
I to God that my life ends
They thought they had killed me

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

And mother, mother, mother, motherfucking kill
I used to wonder what about
Until it me up and spit me out
Your ghetto created a nut
Not just psycho, nut

Now I'm in the walls of your house
And die there and lay and rot like a dead mouse
I'm a sickle I'm on your roof and I'm playing the fiddle
You want me in a jacket

'Cuz when I see a throat, I'm a it
Where I'm at? What's my
Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a
And it ripped my legs off, uh, nothing but a coft

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

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

Now my gettin' dense
'Cuz my heart's still
On a wooden
They shoot me up and

Thinking, thinking, thinking
Wicked, wicked, clown
You know all about a wicked clown
I never had it