Luyện nghe bài hát This Life Ain't Mine

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Once a time there was a kid named Michael
he'd write about his life, but with so many
like when he wrote live, it should have love
and when he wrote hit, he meant hug
but he couldn't dig a hole that's been dug
like you couldn't smoke a bowl, and not it a drug
his story so but that's what made it beautiful
at times like a circus but what made it suitable
at a school,.where kids used words "dudacle"
awesome, and with care-free attitudes
but as life on, he put trust in songs
like he heard BAD, he put gloves on his palms
Biv sang Poison, he new jack swung
and when he BDP, yo his brain went num
when he got struck by that hiphop bug
and those that had it, were the only that new what's up
the beginning of a he'd write in bed
which developed tears and an ending that read..

Check the
and check the one time
now the rhythm
its the of mine
the rhyme..
and check the one time..
I delivered..
when this life mine

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As the story unfolded, the did thicken
michael played with dirt that soap couldn't rid him
hanging with a crowd, clouded his decisions..
they doubted he was Christian by the way he was living
but not a misfit, to most your Joe blow
a bit of lying or a run in with Po-Po (police).
and time to time put his in slow-mo
puffin marijuana till was no-show
took his mental photos and wrote em in a notepad.
utilizing and rhyming his vocab.
unsigned, hella broke, and at his folks pad
he crawled back to church home turf dads gonads
Mike knew life more than getting by
living for fame, money, girls or high
he heard good deeds never get him to heaven
but through grace .and the son that God sent in
and that's when, he shivers set in
palms sweating, off his feet it him
a concept so deep he couldn't
he fell to his knees, as hit the concrete..
and it wasn't concrete mike was headed next
but in faith he stepped as he developed text..

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Now this concept not
but in a contest,
a conflict with conscience to conquest
the accomplice promoting destruction
peddling greed, self and corruption
but Mike couldn't win or even be good kid
he needed help, to out how he could live
he wrestled pride, a few left hooks hit
and accepted Christ, and he could give
but Michael didn't care as smirked and stared
some gave him props but Michael always cheered
he his choice was right,
and at thought twice,
but he the word cause the word it brought light,
and he got it, he'd be a man of sin,
but as long as Christ atoned, Mike was within,
so he a pen, without hesitation,
and called his friends bout plans, that be breaking,
and wrote this story, he in his head
entitled, "this aint mine" and it read