Luyện nghe bài hát Never Had It Made

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

And what about grade
Got shot in the neck and the bullet straight through
But I'm packing a
Don't fuck me 'cuz I'm going to grade three

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

Finally had to out
I dropped out of school when they my neck out
Who knows where the led?
a man with a briefcase and no head

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

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

Holding my sign I'll for crack
my old-ass E.T. shirt on my back
And I'm in the gutter
Right next to Jam Town's

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

Got my first taste of in hell
I ate a dead, shh, but don't
me, sir, can you spare some change?
I'll cut face off and eat your brains

You all about me
You act you ain't seen penitentiary
Spitting and cussing and you know piss
With iron braces on my fucking wrists

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

Third day, broke my leg
Fourth day, they my head
Swallowing on trucking
But be no fucking

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

Stop, fool, stop or I'll
me off and I fell in the razor wire
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 that my ends
They that they had killed me

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

And mother, mother, mother, motherfucking kill
I used to what life's about
it chewed me up and spit me out
Your ghetto a psycho nut
Not just psycho, nut

Now I'm in the walls 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? What's my
Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a
And it ripped my legs off, uh, nothing but a minor

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

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

Now my life's gettin'
my heart's still beating
On a wooden
They me up and down

Thinking, thinking, thinking
Wicked, wicked, clown
You wanna know all about a wicked
I never had it