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

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

What a was supposed to do?
They sent me out West to live my aunt
I guess thought it was the best
But there was no love there growin' 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, like L.A.
have no friends to trust

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

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

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

I did years in and made close friends
Havin' no love my homies my only
I was glad, a I never had
But I grew up fast got a on 10th grade pregnant

Needin' cash, I had to change my
Switched from to hustlin'
No more goin' buck wild had to get a 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 to the hood
My homies had done good, had elevated game
100 gees a lick, no mothafuckin' shame

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

I checked the
Bought a Porsche and gear, high street rank
But as I grew my whole fell through
Cops had us on the as interstate crooks

Murder robbery rape escape, the damn nine
You robbed a blind
I had too much juice, I cut my boosters
I was with the pimp game

Took on the but the pimp game moved too slow
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 caught in a
And got in a jail cell
how I'm livin'

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

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

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

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