Luyện nghe bài hát Reminisce

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

First
This weed got my burnin',

as the World turnin',
Concernin' the truth, I as a youth,
Mommy fightin' Daddy while I'm in the stomach,
While he punchin' I'm feelin' it comin' I the Mama hummin,
Numbin' the brain, cocaine flowin' my veins,
I guess that's the reason for the chip up on my shoulder,
Born and picked it up in this pleasure and pain,
My children keep me from growin' colder and bolder,
I the block and think about when I was on lock,
So many doin' life up in the prison system,
Then got my glock and put it 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 couldn't 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 Time again, as I up the pen,

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

Verse:
As my thoughts emerge, these are words

I to ride trains from Philly, to New York State,
But now I'm on planes from Cali to with Lexus plates,
Hanh, so though, I wish I could go back,
"Rapper's Delight", Marvin Gaye,
Granny sittin' I'm throwin' rocks, on the railroad tracks,
During time, my Mother and Father, was out the way,
Damn, and now that I about it,
We all to jail, plus my teacher say "She'd never doubt it",
SCHOOL, what a I was,
Skippin' for the fun to run from the fuzz,
'85, '86, crack was the crucifix,
Lucifer's mix, level of the Devil's tricks,
Fifteen on the scene make my green,
Make my by any means,
my way by street schemes,
Cream, Cash Rules Around Me,
But I learned not to hound the money, but let the money me,

Third

Ninety-Nine,
Here I be, G,
Was the boy, class and breakin' rules,
At the turn of the century, destined for eventually,
But now I'm the makin' sure, my children go to school,
It's beautiful, but then it's funny,
Back in the day, somebody me life was just about bitches and money,
Damn dummies, so many,
Used to Tom & Jerry,
Not that Mr. Kenny,
L.A. Riots, down to King,
riots, Martin Luther King,
But ten later I'm doin' 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, deeply
I to wait, watchin' this,
And us
I'm ten years down the line, my daughter or son'll reminisce,