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

a brotha 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' no moms

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

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

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

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

I did three years in and made close
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

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

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

for the jewels
Baby sledgehammers the tools
I speak on this with a
Even though it the statue of limitation

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

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

Took on the but the pimp game moved too slow
Especially for a nigga who was hooked on dough
In one late I was in a car wreck
And I was lucky to

for ten weeks, in bed almost dead
And when I got well, I got in a cross
And got in a jail cell
how I'm livin'

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

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

It ten years to get from there to here
But I still keep a gun, 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

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