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 died young
No or brothas, I was the only son
When I was twelve my died too

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

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

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

I walked to Crenshaw high, was fly
I hooked up with a new
Some that knew what the fuck 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 color or your ass got shot
how I'm livin'

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

cash, I had to change my style
Switched from bangin' to
No more goin' buck 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 you can be, came back to the hood
My homies had done good, had elevated game
About 100 gees a lick, no shame

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

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

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

Took on the ice-name but the pimp moved 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 when I got well, I got caught in a
And got locked in a cell
That's how I'm

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

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

It took ten years to get there to here
But I keep a gun, cops got me on the run
And they hate me more now than they 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