Luyện nghe bài hát Reminisce

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(*-This song is on album, but SPM isn't on it, only Rasheed)

First
This got my brain burnin',

Learnin' as the turnin',
the truth, I reminisce as a youth,
Mommy Daddy while I'm developin' in the stomach,
While he punchin' I'm feelin' it comin' I the Mama hummin,
Numbin' the brain, cocaine flowin' my veins,
I guess the reason for the natural chip up on my shoulder,
Born and picked it up in this pleasure and pain,
My children keep me from growin' and growin' bolder,
I bent the block and about when I was on lock,
So many doin' life up in the prison system,
got my glock and put it back up in the stash box,
I miss 'em, as I'm back to yesterday,
I sure would kiss 'em, if I see my 'G' again today,
A million eyes list 'em, so I reminisce them,
But now I'm up in the studio, with my Ro,
Fat money G's, big T, 'em 'G'

Time and again, as I pick up the pen,

As my thoughts emerge, are those words,
Time and Time again, as I up the pen,

Second
As my thoughts emerge, these are those

I used to ride from Philly, to New York State,
But now I'm on from Cali to Texas with Lexus plates,
Hanh, so though, I wish I could go back,
Blast "Rapper's Delight", Gaye,
Granny sittin' while I'm rocks, on the railroad tracks,
During time, my Mother and Father, was out the way,
Damn, and now that I think it,
We all been to jail, plus my teacher say "She'd doubt it",
SCHOOL, what a I was,
Skippin' education for the fun to run the fuzz,
'85, '86, crack was the crucifix,
Lucifer's mix, level of the Devil's tricks,
Fifteen on the scene gotta my green,
Make my by any means,
my way by street schemes,
Cream, Rules Everything Around Me,
But I learned not to the money, but let the money hound me,

Third

Ninety-Nine,
Here I be, G,
Was the boy, cuttin' and breakin' rules,
At the turn of the century, for death eventually,
But now I'm the father makin' sure, my go to school,
It's beautiful, but then it's funny,
Back in the day, told me life was just about bitches and money,
Damn dummies, so many,
to watch Tom & Jerry,
Not that Mr. Kenny,
L.A. Riots, down to King,
riots, Martin Luther King,
But ten years later I'm doin' the same again my friend,
is the Mama in the pen, got 'em backed in,
Lookin' at my sin in his eyes
Rivisty headed is the lifestyle that my family lives, embedded
I to wait, watchin' this,
And us
I'm hopin' ten years down the line, my or son'll reminisce,