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 fightin' Daddy 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 that's the reason for the natural chip up on my shoulder,
Born addicted and it up in this pleasure and pain,
My keep me from growin' colder and growin' bolder,
I bent the block and think when I was on lock,
So many soldiers life up in the prison system,
Then got my glock and put it back up in the box,
I miss 'em, as I'm back to yesterday,
I sure would kiss 'em, if I could see my 'G' 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 thoughts emerge, are those words,
and Time again, as I pick up the pen,

Second
As my thoughts emerge, these are words

I used to trains from Philly, to New York State,
But now I'm on planes from Cali to Texas Lexus plates,
Hanh, so though, I wish I could go back,
Blast "Rapper's Delight", Gaye,
Granny sittin' I'm throwin' rocks, on the railroad tracks,
that 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,
education for the fun to run from the fuzz,
'85, '86, cocaine was the crucifix,
mix, another 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 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 makin' sure, my children go to school,
It's beautiful, but again it's funny,
Back in the day, somebody me life was just about bitches and money,
Damn dummies, so many,
to watch Tom & Jerry,
Not about Mr. Kenny,
L.A. Riots, down to King,
riots, Martin Luther King,
But ten years later I'm doin' the same thing my friend,
Vince is the in the pen, got 'em backed in,
Lookin' at my sin deep in his
Rivisty headed is the lifestyle that my family lives, deeply
I to wait, watchin' this,
And us
I'm hopin' ten years the line, my daughter or son'll reminisce,