Luyện nghe bài hát Reminisce

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(*-This song is on album, but SPM isn't on it, only Rasheed)

First
weed got my brain burnin',

Learnin' as the turnin',
Concernin' the truth, I as a youth,
fightin' Daddy while I'm developin' in the stomach,
While he I'm feelin' it comin' I feel the Mama hummin,
the brain, cocaine flowin' through my veins,
I guess that's the for the natural chip up on my shoulder,
addicted and picked it up in this pleasure 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 life up in the prison system,
got my glock and put it back up in the stash box,
I miss 'em, as I'm back to yesterday,
I sure kiss 'em, if I could see my 'G' again today,
A million couldn't list 'em, so I reminisce them,
But now I'm up in the studio, with my 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 emerge, these are those words

I used to trains from Philly, to New York State,
But now I'm on planes from Cali to Texas with plates,
Hanh, even so though, I I could go back,
Blast "Rapper's Delight", Gaye,
Granny sittin' while I'm throwin' rocks, on the tracks,
During time, my Mother and Father, was out the way,
Damn, and now that I about it,
We all been to jail, plus my teacher say "She'd never it",
SCHOOL, a fool I was,
Skippin' 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 scene make my green,
Make my by any means,
Learnin' my way by schemes,
Cream, Cash Rules 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' 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 then it's funny,
Back in the day, somebody told me life was just about 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 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 family lives, embedded
I have to wait, this,
And us
I'm ten years down the line, my daughter or son'll reminisce,