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

I was in New Jersey, I said it before
But I guess heard me, my mother 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 with no moms

I guess I was prepared to live in a
The bedroom the kitchen, the 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 guess the shit was
But in school I changed
Didn't wanna bust, wanna play the game

I to Crenshaw high, shit was fly
I hooked up a new crew
Some brothas that knew what the 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 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
no love my homies came my only
I was glad, a I never had
But I up fast got a girl on 10th grade pregnant

Needin' cash, I had to my style
Switched from bangin' to
No more buck wild had to get a cash 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 done good, had elevated their
100 gees a lick, no mothafuckin' shame

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

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

Murder rape escape, the whole damn nine
You a nigga blind
I had too much juice, I cut my loose
I was intreagued the pimp game

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

Hospital for ten weeks, in bed dead
And when I got well, I got caught in a
And got locked in a 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 time was short

All my homies was in
Or locked in a hole, shit was gettin' old
So I my life
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 did before
My came back from pen and we all worked together

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