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

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

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

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

I walked to high, shit was fly
I hooked up a new crew
Some brothas knew what the fuck to do
You might call it a gang but we 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 color or your ass got shot
how I'm livin'

I did three in and made close friends
Havin' no love my homies came my
I was glad, a family I had
But I grew up fast got a on 10th grade pregnant

Needin' cash, I had to my style
Switched from 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 in that shit
Be all you can be, came back to the hood
My homies had done good, had elevated game
100 gees a lick, no mothafuckin' shame

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

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

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

Took on the but the pimp 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 lucky to

Hospital for ten weeks, in bed dead
And I got well, I got caught in a cross
And got in a jail cell
That's how I'm

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

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

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

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