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 just why
You haven't my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

Take me away the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
me away
Like I on cocaine
Or me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a close to where Biggie was crucified
was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus
that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the
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 hood nigga off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave Desert Eagle

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't 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 took so many of my but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
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 earned
And I ain't no preacher but my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and me how it taste now
And fuck Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I about 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 +Dream+ we can 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 drive it out of
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm never out of
My life to be empty like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a with a thousand rounds

And I'm til I'm attacked
say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Lord, you've 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

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 pictures of Don Imus for practice
My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider hood
I'm from the that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, I bet that new Mercedes could
Ain't no bars, but niggas escape the hood
They took so of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the
Ridin' slow in that just the way I should
the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga couldn't stop that
Even if they the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep motherfucker cocked back

And I'm til I'm attacked
say "You ain't 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
Like what the hell am I right?
My

(My Life)