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 weed got my 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, flowin' through my veins,
I that's 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 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 back up in the box,
I 'em, as I'm floatin' back to yesterday,
I sure would kiss 'em, if I could see my 'G' today,
A million eyes couldn't 'em, so I reminisce them,
But now I'm up in the studio, my nigga Ro,
Fat G's, big T, reminisce 'em 'G'

Time and again, as I pick 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 Philly, to New York State,
But now I'm on planes 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 throwin' rocks, on the tracks,
that time, my Mother and Father, was out the way,
Damn, and now I think about it,
We all to jail, plus my teacher say "She'd never doubt it",
SCHOOL, what a I was,
Skippin' education for the fun to run the fuzz,
'85, '86, cocaine was the crucifix,
Lucifer's mix, level of the Devil's tricks,
Fifteen on the scene make my green,
Make my by any means,
Learnin' my way by schemes,
Cream, Cash Rules Everything Me,
But I learned not to hound the money, but let the money me,

Third

Ninety-Nine,
Here I be, G,
Was the boy, cuttin' class and 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 again it's funny,
Back in the day, somebody told me life was just bitches and money,
dummies, misdirected so many,
Used to Tom & Jerry,
Not about Mr. Kenny,
L.A. Riots, down to King,
Wash riots, Luther King,
But ten years later I'm doin' the same thing my friend,
is the Mama in the pen, got 'em backed in,
Lookin' at my sin deep in his
Rivisty headed is the lifestyle that my lives, deeply embedded
I have to wait, this,
And us
I'm hopin' ten years down the line, my daughter or reminisce,