Luyện nghe bài hát Now You See My Life

There was a kid name of Deuce,
who got and tired of being picked on.
So he got himself a twenty-two,
click, boom, now hes on the news.

Now the king of these rap acts? American bad ass,
they say hes a class act, no hes jabbed at.
Thats why put me up in lights and I rap back,
and half these critics wanna my crack-ass.
He aint no cynic but he knows your dads at,
aint go finish till they send you to Baghdad.
And minute by minute, they go you right in it,
you go end up at because they put you on Xinix.
But dont you worry Im back, yeah Deuce is back with a hat,
cape and a cat, baby Im the new Batman.
(ooh) You know only Angie can that,
I dont no groupies tryin a grab at my pants,
hopin Im a go and tax that,
I endin up in no place with no bad rash.
How come I get laughed at by media trash
Just because Im white and I sing Im half-black?

Chorus:
Now you see my life, and it so pretty, looks so pretty.
You what you cant have, and you know thats too damn bad.
Try and my pride, we both know thats silly, know thats silly.
You want what you have, and you know thats too damn bad.

(Skee-Lo) Im gonna make it no how long it takes me,
Im of lower living I cant allow it to break me.
My neighbors hate me, all do is just make me,
bounce back, get on my hustle, great things.
An architect, buildin my future, it grow,
out to the youth and Im teachin em what I know.
I done a lot a people do anythin for the dough,
rob, steal, kill, good girls that turned pro.
Good fellas turned stick-up I used to know.
Little graduated and college he couldnt go.
The Earth rotates, a thousand thirty and a third.
pull us over, tonight Im on the curb,
gettin handcuffed, searchin for contraband,
Im face-down to God, he understands.
Tomorrow Im a start a new life a man,
but tonight I might be going to jail for grams (and)

& Skee-Lo] Chorus

I was born to rip shit, born too much wit,
why they call me the Wiz Kid, cause I drop hits.
Mimic me, Im too sick, you hang, Im too quick.
Whats my Deuce bitch, its the new shit.
egos bruised and yeah your trapped, your stupid,
tryina in in my shoes, but its foolish.
Im cuckoo, homey I got loose,
Tool, you can kiss my ass too bitch,
you and Dr. Phil affiliates,
youre worth two cents of my and
a few bars, so bitch,
as long as Im doing
Im a be a nuisance,
its a new movement.

Chorus

Deuces, Deuces, Deuces, Deuces, Skee-Lo, Skee-Lo, Skee-Lo,