Luyện nghe bài hát Reminisce

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

Verse:
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 I'm feelin' it comin' I feel the Mama hummin,
Numbin' the brain, cocaine through my veins,
I guess the reason for the natural chip up on my shoulder,
Born addicted and it up in this pleasure and pain,
My children keep me from growin' colder and bolder,
I bent the block and think about 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 floatin' to yesterday,
I sure would 'em, if I could see my 'G' again today,
A million eyes couldn't list 'em, so I 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 emerge, these are those words,
and Time again, as I pick up the pen,

Second
As my thoughts emerge, these are words

I used to ride from Philly, to New York State,
But now I'm on planes from Cali to with Lexus plates,
Hanh, even so though, I I could go back,
"Rapper's Delight", Marvin Gaye,
Granny while I'm throwin' rocks, on the railroad tracks,
that time, my Mother and Father, was out the way,
Damn, and now I think about it,
We all been to jail, plus my say "She'd never doubt it",
SCHOOL, what a I was,
education for the fun to run from the fuzz,
'85, '86, crack was the crucifix,
Lucifer's mix, another of the Devil's tricks,
Fifteen on the gotta make my green,
Make my by any means,
Learnin' my way by schemes,
Cream, Cash Rules Everything Me,
But I not to hound 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 makin' sure, my children go to school,
beautiful, but then again it's funny,
Back in the day, told me life was just about bitches and money,
Damn dummies, so many,
Used to Tom & Jerry,
Not about Mr. Kenny,
L.A. Riots, down to King,
Wash riots, Martin King,
But ten years later I'm doin' the thing again my friend,
Vince is the in the pen, got 'em backed in,
at my sin deep in his eyes
Rivisty headed is the lifestyle that my family lives, deeply
I have to wait, this,
And us
I'm hopin' ten years the line, my daughter or son'll reminisce,