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 grindin' my eyes wide
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

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

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

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors with
You see them 24's spinnin' I earned
And I ain't no preacher but my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and tell me how it now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race now
I think about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that smile
Damn, I his momma proud
And since you me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on common
I spit crack, and niggas could it out of town
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm out of bounds
My used to be empty like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a with a thousand rounds

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, done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

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

And I'm til I'm attacked
say "You ain't 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 haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My

(My Life)