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

What a brotha was to do?
They sent me out to live with my aunt
I guess they 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 hall and the
I leave 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 I changed
Didn't wanna bust, didn't play the game

I walked to Crenshaw high, was fly
I hooked up 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 everybody fucked around
Whether or not you wore the right color or your ass got shot
how I'm livin'

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

Needin' cash, I had to my style
from bangin' to hustlin'
No more buck 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 sledgehammers the tools
I on this with a hesitation
though it passed the statue of limitation

I checked the
Bought a Porsche and gear, earned high street
But as I grew my whole crew through
Cops had us on the books as interstate

Murder robbery rape escape, the damn nine
You a nigga blind
I had too much juice, I cut my boosters
I was with the pimp game

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

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

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

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

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