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 with my eyes wide
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 doing
My

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

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You 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 haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin' I earned
And I ain't no preacher but my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it 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 proud
And since you helped me my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and on common ground
I spit crack, and niggas drive it out of town
Got a Paul mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a without a round
Now my full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds

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

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

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 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)