Luyện nghe bài hát All My Life

And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just why
You haven't my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

Take me from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the in the casket or a Bentley
Take me
I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces?
Cause Jesus people
And The Game, the equal
on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a
I some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' "Why?" Why did John leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off
Answer my question before this bullet leave Desert Eagle

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors caution
You see them 24's spinnin' I them
And I ain't no preacher but my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and tell me how it now
And Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face
Then I see my sons and put on that smile
Damn, I know his momma
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and on common ground
I spit crack, and niggas could it out of town
Got a Chris Paul state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a Glock without a
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala in front
With the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you afraid of Suge
Made my grandmother for good
And never her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the
But it's niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in Phantom just the way I should
the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
Even if they brought the 'Pac back
I'd still keep motherfucker cocked back

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You grindin' til you tired"
So I'm with my eyes wide
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

(My Life)