Luyện nghe bài hát Ninety Three A.K.A. 93'

If i told a story, wud you

1]
Day one, a young girl
She a teen livin in the of the dead
Mother and addicted to the holy water
That her real mother, that ain't her real father

time brendas got a baby and she proud of it
Straight threw her dreams in an oven
Another one gone, so im pourin
She can't live her own life, so im livin

or dime, life is a crime
Life is a poem, life is a
All of us lust, all of us cry
and trust, its hard to find

Heres a kid up in the world winds
Drugs, and had em at ten
At 22 he pulled a 22 on his
He messed around full let the devil win

Ninety three, the year i was G
Years later still like its ninety
Ninety three, the i was born G
Years later livin like its ninety

2]
They gave em nine to three, i three to nine
Was stackin up racks, now hes doin time
He'd rather see his then to walk in a line
Extortion,puffin just anotha crime

Collect call to his baby momma, silly
She movin out to wit her grandmomma
Twenty five to life, for in vane
son devilish ways, burried in shame

He couldn't maintain the game and do the right thang
Ended up ambushed by his homie kain
Cocaine, no sympathy
His daughter lost a friend no sign of

Its funny cuz he had his when he was thirteen
Lil kids the life of billie jean
He got kids, but only one his
Thats all he ever knew, his father never cared to

Ninety three, the year i was G
Years still livin like its ninety
Ninety three, the year i was G
Years later livin like its ninety

3]
His grew up claimin bein a gang banger
East no lie i can feel her anger
Bratt ta tat, got it on her back
banks, takin bank now her pockets fat

Took from the wrong person, hit on her life
She'd rather be a soccer mom or a house
She quit wrong, now she doin right
Then everything came christ in her life

She doing good got a degree and became a
No prostitution the couldn't get any softer
She got a raise now the makin six figures
Baby daddy didn't get his way, go

Domestic violence she ran dude stopped
She took her keys quick drove around the block
Stopped at a red light the doors unlocked
She went to her old hood ended up shot

Ninety three, the year i was G
Years still livin like its ninety
Ninety three, the year i was G
Years still livin like its ninety

4]
Her little girl no emotion she offers
Her mommy gone she couldn't cry she just her
Her daughter, a lawyer not a doctor
The only difference is,she chose to live