Luyện nghe bài hát All My Life

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
to find, a way through 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 my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

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

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You 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 but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My

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

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
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 taken my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

Walk the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it a Raider hood
I'm from the that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my grandmother for good
And made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could
no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac
I'd still keep motherfucker cocked back

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my wide
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

(My Life)