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 my pops died too

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

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

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

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

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

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 girl on 10th pregnant

Needin' cash, I had to change my
Switched from 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 fucked you can be, came back to the
My homies had done good, had their game
About 100 gees a lick, no mothafuckin'

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

I the bank
a Porsche and gear, earned high street rank
But as I grew my whole crew fell
Cops had us on the as interstate crooks

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

Took on the ice-name but the pimp game moved too
Especially for a nigga who was hooked on quick
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 in a cross
And got locked in a cell
That's how I'm

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

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

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

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