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

I was born in New Jersey, I said it
But I guess nobody heard me, my mother died
No sistas or brothas, I was the son
When I was twelve my pops too

a brotha was supposed to do?
They sent me out West to with my aunt
I guess they thought it was the
But there was no love there with no moms

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

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

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

And it was our own thang, the school was down
And one way or another everybody around
Whether or not you wore the right color or your ass got shot
how I'm livin'

I did three years in and close friends
no love my homies came my only
I was glad, a family I had
But I up fast got a girl on 10th grade pregnant

Needin' cash, I had to change my
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 that
Be all you can be, came back to the hood
My homies had good, had elevated their game
About 100 gees a lick, no shame

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

I checked the
Bought a Porsche and gear, earned high street
But as I grew my whole crew fell
Cops had us on the books as interstate

Murder robbery rape escape, the whole nine
You robbed a nigga
I had too much juice, I cut my boosters
I was intreagued with the game

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

Hospital for ten weeks, in bed almost
And when I got well, I got in a cross
And got locked in a cell
That's how I'm

They cut me loose and I had to change
This time they catch me
Next they'll stretch me
'Cause my was gettin' short

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

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

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