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

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

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

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

I walked to Crenshaw high, was fly
I hooked up with a new
Some that knew what the fuck to do
You call it a gang but we called 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
That's how I'm

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

Needin' cash, I had to change my
Switched from to hustlin'
No more goin' buck wild had to get a cash
But my was weak, it was a no go

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

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

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

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

on the ice-name but the pimp game moved too slow
Especially for a nigga who was on quick dough
In one night late I was in a car
And I was lucky to

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

cut me loose and I had to change troops
This time they didn't me
Next time they'll me
my time was gettin' short

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

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

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