Luyện nghe bài hát All My Life

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You grindin' 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 but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

Take me away 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 Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block close to where was crucified
That was Brooklyn's
for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus
Cause that's Jesus
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" a sequel
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I my father, but he needed a needle
I need some meditation, so I can my people
They "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga off evil?
my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

And I'm grindin' til I'm
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
Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
what the hell am I doing right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors with
You see them 24's spinnin' I them
And I no preacher but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my down
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my 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 Paul mind state, I'm out of bounds
My life used to be like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, a chopper with a thousand rounds

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?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

Walk 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 pictures of Don Imus for target
My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my grandmother for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
They so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that the hood
slow in that Phantom just the way I should
With the top
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 this motherfucker cocked

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You grindin' 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 hell am I doing
My

(My Life)