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

I was born in New Jersey, I it before
But I guess heard me, my mother died young
No or brothas, I was the only son
I was twelve my pops died too

What a was supposed to do?
sent me out West to live with my aunt
I guess thought it was the best
But there was no love there growin' with no

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

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

I walked to high, shit was fly
I hooked up with a new
Some brothas that knew what the to do
You call it a gang but we called it a set

And it was our own thang, the whole was down
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 close friends
no love 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 from bangin' to
No more goin' wild had to get a cash flow
But my was weak, it was a no go

I join the army, years in that shit
Be all fucked you can be, came back to the
My had done good, had elevated their game
About 100 a lick, no mothafuckin' shame

Passed for the
Baby sledgehammers were the
I speak on this a hesitation
Even it passed the statue of limitation

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

robbery rape escape, the whole damn nine
You robbed a nigga
I had too much juice, I cut my loose
I was intreagued with the pimp

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

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

They cut me loose and I had to troops
This time they didn't me
Next they'll stretch me
my time was gettin' short

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

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

True friends but every once and
Some punk me as a junk
And he in my face, wrong mothafuckin' place
And I ain't lyin', that's how you