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

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

What a brotha was to do?
They sent me out West to live my aunt
I guess they it was the best
But there was no love there growin' no moms

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

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

I to Crenshaw high, shit was fly
I hooked up a new crew
Some that 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 fucked around
Whether hardcore or not you the right color or your ass got shot
how I'm livin'

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

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

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

Passed for the
Baby were the tools
I on this with a hesitation
though it passed the statue of limitation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

friends but every once and while
Some mistakes me as a junk
And he gets in my face, mothafuckin' place
And I lyin', that's how you dyin'