Luyện nghe bài hát All My Life

They live my life
They wanna in my shoes
They no idea

All my
I've always told
You gotta be prepared the world is so cold
It's lonely at the top 'cause the gets old
listen to 'em just go for what you know, yea
All my they told me stop tryin
I never the one to not go and get mine
I never been the one to not put it on the
And I'm a be way all my life, yea
All my life...

(I take you to the streets,
the gully god... Mavado get 'em)

These streets is a jungle and we're like the lion
Many of times me strap with me iron
scared, never fret
Gangsta for life til my last
Momma if dem kill me don't cry
I'm a gangsta for life, I was to die
I'm a die rich, die poor
Mansions in the sky, no more on the floor

All my
I've always been
You gotta be prepared 'cause the is so cold
It's at the top 'cause the bottom gets old
Never to 'em just go for what you know (yeah)
All my life they told me tryin
I never the one to not go and get mine
I never the one to not put it on the line
And I'm a be this way all my (yeah)
All my life...

(From the of New York,
the streets don't sleep... Shyne get 'em)

All my
I been rollin with the B's and the C's, 13's and the
greens in the pen
Steady duckin the police, a friend
Til take me to hang and they fill me with lead
Like Fred Hampton for the I bang
Til it come to an end I be in red
I live the story you read in the Feds
Daddy there but my momma was a gen
But I trippin though
That's how I a foe
We gon get it straight so tell me what hittin for
And if you didn't
I really the low
I got the O's and the Yo
really though

All my
I've always told
You gotta be prepared the world is so cold
It's lonely at the top the bottom gets old
Never to 'em just go for what you know (yeah)
All my life told me stop tryin
I never the one to not go and get mine
I never the one to not put it on the line
And I'm a be way

(All my life... get 'em)

All my I've been sufferin
strugglin
I run the where they screen for the government
Harry coming from the cold
Got it I'm Sutherland, but this ain't 24
This a ode for the O's and the
Partna's and the cookers doin life on the
Long as you know you a of Po
Flesh of my flesh, of my bone
I spit the gully rap, I spend the bloody
I'm the word to papa, where the money at?
I'm from the jack, where we bury rats
Ain't funny, put a bullet in ya skully cap

All my
I've always told
You be prepared 'cause the world is so cold
It's lonely at the top 'cause the bottom old
Never listen to 'em just go for what you (yeah)
All my life they told me stop
I never been the one to not go and get
I never the one to not put it on the line
And I'm a be this way all my (yeah)
All my life...