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 fightin' while I'm developin' in the stomach,
While he punchin' I'm feelin' it comin' I feel the hummin,
Numbin' the brain, cocaine through my veins,
I guess that's the for the natural chip up on my shoulder,
Born addicted and picked it up in this and pain,
My children keep me from colder and growin' bolder,
I bent the block and think about 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 'em, as I'm floatin' back to yesterday,
I would kiss 'em, if I could see my 'G' again today,
A million eyes couldn't 'em, so I reminisce them,
But now I'm up in the studio, with my Ro,
Fat money G's, big T, 'em 'G'

Time and Time again, as I up the pen,

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

Second
As my emerge, these are those words

I used to ride trains from Philly, to New State,
But now I'm on planes from Cali to Texas Lexus plates,
Hanh, even so though, I wish I go back,
Blast "Rapper's Delight", Gaye,
Granny sittin' while I'm throwin' rocks, on the tracks,
During that time, my 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, a fool I was,
education for the fun to run from the fuzz,
'85, '86, cocaine was the crucifix,
Lucifer's mix, another level of the tricks,
Fifteen on the scene gotta my green,
my weight by any means,
Learnin' my way by schemes,
Cream, Rules 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,
Used to Tom & Jerry,
Not about Mr. Kenny,
L.A. Riots, to Rodney King,
Wash riots, Luther King,
But ten years later I'm doin' the thing again my friend,
is the Mama in the pen, got 'em backed in,
Lookin' at my sin in his eyes
headed is the lifestyle 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,