Luyện nghe bài hát Twenty One Years

21 years of my (4x)

21
Choclair's in the house (21 in my lifetime)
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Uh (like that)
You need to

21 of pure bullshit
It makes me wanna bang my on the walls
And do some shit like all straight in the malls
Mentality, not where it should be
When you see red and white lights break the night
of a mad man in the tear
Not another dies, another in handcuffs
Mothers knees start to up
And fall when they see their child outlined in
Silence broken by shots or screams from knives cuttin through your
Cold steal interrupting streams
The ponds are grim, but they froze if do it right or your luxury
Man for real, it makes me wanna run the drug
I'm of all this loose change, pennies, nickels, and dimes
My pocket wants the bills, every day flat
Fuck this lifetime, struggling needs, a dollar like a pack of Ramseys
It's all that you can see, that you can be something you had nothing
just to be down, but only gettin clowned by your peers
That swat happened at Nathan's Square every year
I
Never my dad since grade 9
Maybe years before or after I know
But I know that time
So I rely on my family
My mother and brothers, and my boys is the first before these
And try to be strong the hard times
And tough times, my dies every time my mom cries

(2x) ("21 years of my lifetime" repeats through chorus)

All my life I kept my on the prize
But time I reached for the prize it demised
I wonder going on, but I gots to move
I gotta keep my and I gotta stay strong

I look up in the air to see blue skies but grey
They all the same, it always
Leavin on my tear stains
I try to cover the and sad
Sittin reminiscing on my dad
And we never had
And g's for lead
I repeat to my boys cause I love you all
But people nowadays be acting
So I for now without forgettin the past
Cause I never know what time's left in my life
I through Oz
Not coming home in bullet wounds or in some squad
But what is this the repetoir
We all went to war, 45
in the car
Situation's deep, juvenile influenced by veterans up in the
Biz, now these street
Addicted to the game, unmarked and plain clothes roaming the terrain
(In front blood stains)
A of an assassin
Livin up and no
But all the fashion
Custom made links and
This is my
Now this be, out of poverty
Is this where wanted me to be
My thoughts out of
Leavin on my mind (oh)
The point of no
All my Richmond niggas know the

(2x)

I into the future on a narrow path
But every step I it gives me flashbacks upon the past
Like the part I got
Andguns to my brain, man this life is
Sometimes I I was addicted to Novacane
Cause leave the pain away, fade away, take my soul
See day
Dwellin upstairs my grandma and grandpa
Cross my heart, like I would be testin stamina
And everywhere I look I'm seein picket finces
But reality I'll only see my boys gettin
That's what I'm seein all
So fuck the picket
All I see is goin down
But discouraged, nah
I know where I be
Just smilin, strong like the
on the ave in the black cad
And the sound press on the prodigy
DJs and the H-I-double L-T
the P
me
Parents leave a child
So grew up and to be bandits
I manifest Richmond Crew
All paranormal, to my peoples God

21 of my lifetime