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 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?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

Take me away from the hood a state penitentiary
Take me away from the in the casket or a Bentley
Take me
Like I on cocaine
Or take me away like a from Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block to where Biggie was crucified
That was Jesus
Shot for no reason
And you why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
that's Jesus people
And The Game, the equal
on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need 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 this bullet this Desert Eagle

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
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's I earned them
And I ain't no preacher but my Erick Sermon
So eat black music and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, my face down
I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I his momma proud
And since you me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B.: "No Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on ground
I crack, and niggas could drive it out of town
Got a Paul mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a Glock a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds

And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my wide
to find, a way through 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 doing
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my parked in front
With the high on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my grandmother for good
And never made her happy, when I bet 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 niggas 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 brought the nigga 'Pac
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

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

(My Life)