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 with my
I guess they thought it was the
But there was no love growin' with no moms

I guess I was prepared to live in a
The the kitchen, the hall 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 I changed
Didn't wanna bust, didn't play the game

I walked to Crenshaw high, was fly
I hooked up with a new
brothas 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 was down
And one way or another fucked around
hardcore or not you wore the right color or your ass got shot
That's how I'm

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

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

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

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

I the bank
a Porsche and gear, earned high street rank
But as I grew my crew fell through
Cops had us on the books as crooks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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