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',

as the World turnin',
Concernin' the truth, I as a youth,
Mommy fightin' 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 guess that's the reason for the chip up on my shoulder,
Born addicted and picked it up in this and pain,
My children me from growin' colder and growin' bolder,
I bent the block and about when I was on lock,
So many soldiers doin' 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 see my 'G' again 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 Time again, as I up the pen,

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

Second
As my emerge, these are those words

I used to trains from Philly, to New York State,
But now I'm on from Cali to Texas with Lexus plates,
Hanh, even so though, I wish I go back,
Blast "Rapper's Delight", Gaye,
Granny sittin' while I'm rocks, on the railroad tracks,
During 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 never it",
SCHOOL, a fool I was,
education for the fun to run from the fuzz,
'85, '86, crack was the crucifix,
mix, another level of the Devil's tricks,
Fifteen on the gotta make my green,
Make my by any means,
Learnin' my way by schemes,
Cream, Rules Everything Around Me,
But I learned not to the money, but let the money hound me,

Third

Ninety-Nine,
Here I be, G,
Was the boy, cuttin' class and rules,
At the turn of the century, for death 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, told me life was just about bitches and money,
dummies, misdirected 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,
is the Mama in the pen, got 'em backed in,
Lookin' at my sin in his eyes
Rivisty headed is the lifestyle that my lives, deeply embedded
I have to wait, this,
And us
I'm ten years down the line, my daughter or son'll reminisce,