Luyện nghe bài hát All My Life

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 of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

Take me away from the hood like a state
Take me from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
me away
Like I overdosed on
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
was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus
Cause that's people
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella Sigel
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 hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before bullet leave this Desert Eagle

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You ain't 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 my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin' I them
And I ain't no but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat black music and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't race now
Sometimes I think my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye smile
Damn, I know his momma
And since you helped me sell my we can share my momma now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
the "Good Life", me and Common on common ground
I crack, and niggas could drive it out of town
Got a Chris mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a Glock without a
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' 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 taken my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

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

And I'm til I'm attacked
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 done so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
My

(My Life)