Luyện nghe bài hát Never Had It Made

First I was young and healthy
I told my one day I'd be wealthy
Can't my first day at school
Got stabbed in the with a pencil but it's cool
Get my education, a job and a family, a good

And what about two?
Got in the neck and the bullet went straight through
But I'm a textbook
Don't fuck with me 'cuz I'm going to grade

Thank God it's in a minute
Bit into my hot dog with a razor in it
And it cut my off
But I know how to multiply so what's up,

had to step out
I dropped out of school they ripped my neck out
Who where the road led?
Seen a man with a briefcase and no

So I'm like fuck
Show me a and an ounce of crack
And I'm straighter than a fucking post
I sold a lot of crack but I the most

Now I'm a base down on my luck
Roaming the streets and got hit by a Truck
And thrown about a
But I'm thinking nothing but a rock

my sign I'll work for crack
With my E.T. shirt on my back
And I'm in the gutter
Right to Jam Town's mother

I'm dead rats in the street
I keep on for my own heart beat
Now I'm at a buck-o-five
Twitchy little neck and I'm barely

Got my first of life in hell
I ate a dead, shh, but tell
Excuse me, sir, can you some change?
cut your face off and eat your brains

You all about me
You act like you seen penitentiary
Spitting and cussing and you I'll piss
With these iron on my fucking wrists

And I'm for the slammer
killer, all on the camera
First day, they my back
Next day, broke my neck

Third day, they my leg
Fourth day, they my head
Swallowing on trucking
But there'll be no

That's for the soft
Seen a freak in a week and my fell off
So I'm finna
How much shit can one club no

Stop, fool, stop or fire
Shot me off and I fell in the razor
I'm all up, cut, cut, cut, slit, slit, cut, cut
You don't love me, I really care

Tie my ass up in the chair
I got no family, I got no
I pray to God my life ends
thought that they had killed me

They took me to the
I'm just a little stiff all, like a board
I lay there in my coffin, just and wait and chill
But then I jump out knife all about

And motherfucking mother, mother, mother, kill
I used to wonder life's about
Until it me up and spit me out
ghetto created a psycho nut
Not psycho, psycho nut

Now I'm living in the of your house
And I'll die and lay and rot like a dead mouse
I'm packing a sickle I'm on roof and I'm playing the fiddle
You want me in a straight

when I see a throat, I'm a hack it
Where I'm at? my name?
Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a
And it my legs off, uh, nothing but a minor coft

You get me I swing from a tree
and cussing and shooting at me
Everybody's end two cents
A branch broke and I on a picket fence

I'm and they're coming to get me
Rip myself off and I my lungs with me
I'm stuffing back in
Fuck! They won't go in

Now my life's gettin'
'Cuz my heart's still
On a wooden
They shoot me up and

Thinking, thinking, thinking
Wicked, wicked, wicked
You wanna know all about a clown
I had it made