Luyện nghe bài hát Reminisce

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(*-This song is on album, but SPM isn't on it, only 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,
he punchin' I'm feelin' it comin' I feel the Mama hummin,
Numbin' the brain, flowin' through my veins,
I guess that's the for the natural chip up on my shoulder,
Born addicted and it up in this pleasure and pain,
My children keep me growin' colder and growin' bolder,
I bent the block and think when I was on lock,
So many doin' 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 kiss 'em, if I could see my 'G' today,
A million couldn't list '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 Time again, as I 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 those

I used to ride trains from Philly, to New State,
But now I'm on planes Cali to Texas with Lexus plates,
Hanh, even so though, I wish I 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 that I think it,
We all been to jail, plus my teacher say "She'd 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, another level of the tricks,
on the scene gotta make my green,
Make my by any means,
Learnin' my way by schemes,
Cream, Cash Rules Around Me,
But I learned not to hound the money, but let the hound me,

Third

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