Luyện nghe bài hát Twenty One Years

21 of my lifetime (4x)

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in the house (21 years in my lifetime)
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21 years of pure
It makes me bang my head on the walls
And do some shit like all straight swarms in the
Mentality, it's not it should be
When you see red and white break the night skies
of a mad man in the tear
Not another brother dies, in handcuffs
Mothers start to buckle up
And fall when they see their child outlined in
Silence broken by shots or screams from knives through your flesh
Cold interrupting blood 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 sick of all this loose change, pennies, nickels, and
My wants the bills, every day flat meals
Fuck this lifetime, struggling needs, stretch a dollar a pack of Ramseys
It's all you can see, that you can be something when you had nothing
Frontin to be down, but only gettin clowned by your peers
That swat fights happened at Square every year
I
Never my dad since grade 9
Maybe years before or I don't know
But I know time flies
So I rely on my family
My mother and brothers, and my boys is the first before these
And try to be through the hard times
And tough times, my heart dies time my mom cries

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

All my life I kept my on the prize
But every time I reached for the prize it
I wonder what's going on, but I to move
I gotta keep my head and I stay strong

I look up in the air to see skies but grey clouds
all the same, it always rain
Leavin on my face tear
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 cause I love you all truly
But people be acting unruly
So I live for now without the past
Cause I never know what time's in my life glass
I through Oz
Not coming home in bullet wounds or in squad cars
But what is this the repetoir
We all to war, 45 non-stressed
in the car
Situation's deep, juvenile influenced by veterans up in the
Biz, now these street
Addicted to the game, unmarked cars and clothes roaming the terrain
(In front blood stains)
A of an assassin
up and no wage
But all the fashion
Custom made and shit
is my pysche
Now this be, out of poverty
Is this where wanted me to be
My out of control
stress on my mind (oh)
The point of no
All my Richmond niggas the steelo

(2x)

I walk the future on a narrow path
But every step I take it gives me flashbacks the past
the part I got stabbed
Andguns to my brain, man this is insane
Sometimes I wish I was to Novacane
Cause leave the pain away, fade away, take my away
See day
Dwellin with my grandma and grandpa
Cross my heart, like I would be testin stamina
And everywhere I I'm seein white picket finces
But I'll only see my boys gettin sentenced
what I'm seein all around
So fuck the picket
All I see is goin down
But discouraged, nah
I know I wanna be
Just smilin, strong like the
on the ave in the black cad
And the sound press on the prodigy
Minus DJs and the L-T
the P
me
Parents leave a child
So grew up and to be bandits
I can't Richmond Crew
All paranormal, to my God bless

21 years of my