Luyện nghe bài hát Reminisce

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(*-This song is on SPM's album, but SPM on it, only Rasheed)

Verse:
This weed got my burnin',

as the World turnin',
Concernin' the truth, I as a youth,
Mommy Daddy while I'm developin' in the stomach,
While he punchin' I'm feelin' it comin' I feel the hummin,
the brain, cocaine flowin' through 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 me from growin' colder and growin' bolder,
I bent the and think 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 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 again, as I pick up the pen,

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

Verse:
As my thoughts emerge, are those words

I used to trains from Philly, to New York State,
But now I'm on planes Cali to Texas with Lexus plates,
Hanh, even so though, I I could go back,
Blast "Rapper's Delight", Gaye,
Granny sittin' while I'm rocks, on the railroad tracks,
During that time, my and Father, was out the way,
Damn, and now that I about it,
We all been to jail, 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,
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, Cash Rules Everything 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 turn of the century, destined for eventually,
But now I'm the father makin' sure, my go to school,
It's beautiful, but again it's funny,
Back in the day, somebody told me life was just about and money,
Damn dummies, so many,
Used to Tom & Jerry,
Not that Mr. Kenny,
L.A. Riots, to Rodney 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 in his eyes
Rivisty headed is the that my family lives, deeply embedded
I to wait, watchin' this,
And us
I'm hopin' ten years down the line, my or son'll reminisce,