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

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

a brotha was supposed to do?
They me out West to live with my aunt
I guess they thought it was the
But was no love there growin' with no moms

I I was prepared to live in a vacuum
The the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom
I didn't leave much, didn't like L.A.
Didn't have no friends to

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

I to Crenshaw high, shit was fly
I up with a new crew
Some that knew what the fuck to do
You might call it a but we called it a set

And it was our own thang, the whole school was
And one way or another everybody fucked
Whether hardcore or not you the right color or your ass got shot
That's how I'm

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

Needin' cash, I had to my style
Switched bangin' to hustlin'
No more goin' wild 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 had done good, had elevated their game
About 100 a lick, no mothafuckin' shame

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

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

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

Took on the ice-name but the pimp moved too slow
Especially for a who was hooked on quick dough
In one late 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 in a cross
And got locked in a jail
how I'm livin'

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

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

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

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