Luyện nghe bài hát Reminisce

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

First
This got my brain burnin',

Learnin' as the turnin',
the truth, I reminisce as a youth,
Mommy fightin' Daddy I'm developin' in the stomach,
While he punchin' I'm it comin' I feel the Mama hummin,
Numbin' the brain, cocaine through my veins,
I that's the reason for the natural chip up on my shoulder,
Born addicted and picked it up in this and pain,
My children keep me from growin' and growin' bolder,
I bent the block and think about I was on lock,
So many soldiers life up in the prison system,
Then got my and put it back up in the stash box,
I miss 'em, as I'm back 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, my nigga Ro,
Fat G's, big T, reminisce 'em 'G'

Time and Time again, as I up the pen,

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

Verse:
As my thoughts emerge, these are those

I used to ride trains from Philly, to New State,
But now I'm on planes Cali to Texas with Lexus plates,
Hanh, so though, I wish I could go back,
"Rapper's Delight", Marvin Gaye,
Granny sittin' while I'm throwin' rocks, on the tracks,
that time, my Mother and Father, was out the way,
Damn, and now that I think 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 Everything Around Me,
But I not to hound the money, but let the money hound me,

Third

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