Luyện nghe bài hát That's How I'm Livin

I was born in New Jersey, I said it
But I guess heard me, my mother died young
No sistas or brothas, I was the son
When I was twelve my died too

What a was supposed to do?
They sent me out West to live with my
I they thought it was the best
But there was no love there with no moms

I guess I was to live in a vacuum
The bedroom the kitchen, the and the bathroom
I didn't home much, didn't like L.A.
Didn't have no friends to

Got to a school
Blacks and whites, I guess the was cool
But in high I changed
Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna the game

I to Crenshaw high, shit was fly
I hooked up a new crew
Some brothas knew what the fuck to do
You might it a gang but we called it a set

And it was our own thang, the whole school was
And one way or another everybody fucked
Whether hardcore or not you wore the right or your ass got shot
That's how I'm

I did three years in and made close
Havin' no my homies came my only
I was glad, a family I had
But I grew up got a girl on 10th grade pregnant

cash, I had to change my style
Switched bangin' to hustlin'
No more goin' buck wild had to get a cash
But my was weak, it was a no go

I join the army, four years in shit
Be all fucked you can be, came to the hood
My homies had done good, had elevated game
About 100 gees a lick, no shame

for the jewels
Baby sledgehammers were the
I speak on this with a
Even though it the statue of limitation

I the bank
Bought a and gear, earned high street rank
But as I grew my whole crew through
Cops had us on the books as interstate

Murder robbery rape escape, the damn nine
You a nigga blind
I had too much juice, I cut my loose
I was with the pimp game

Took on the ice-name but the game moved too slow
Especially for a nigga who was hooked on quick
In one night late I was in a car
And I was lucky to

for ten weeks, in bed almost dead
And I got well, I got caught in a cross
And got in a jail cell
how I'm livin'

They cut me and I had to change troops
This time didn't catch me
time they'll stretch me
'Cause my time was gettin'

All my was in court
Or locked in a hole, this was gettin' old
So I my life
Put down the gun and up the mic

It took ten years to get from to here
But I still keep a gun, got me on the run
And they hate me more now than they did before
My homies came from pen and we all worked together

True friends but once and while
Some punk mistakes me as a
And he gets in my face, mothafuckin' place
And I ain't lyin', how you dyin'