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
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 there growin' with no moms

I I was prepared to live in a vacuum
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 to a school
Blacks and whites, I the shit was cool
But in school I changed
Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna the game

I walked to high, shit was fly
I up with a new crew
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 everybody fucked around
Whether hardcore or not you wore the right color or ass got shot
how I'm livin'

I did years in and made close friends
Havin' no love my came my only
I was glad, a family I had
But I grew up fast got a girl on grade pregnant

Needin' cash, I had to change my
Switched from 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, back to the hood
My homies had good, had elevated their game
About 100 a lick, no mothafuckin' shame

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

I checked the
Bought a Porsche and gear, 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 boosters
I was intreagued the pimp game

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

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

cut me loose and I had to change troops
This time they didn't me
time 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 from there to
But I still keep a gun, got me on the run
And they hate me more now they ever did before
My came back from pen and we all worked together

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