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
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 haven't taken my
Like what the 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
I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces?
Cause Jesus people
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I my father, but he needed a needle
I some 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 leave this Desert Eagle

And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't grindin' 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 people but I'm wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom with caution
You see them spinnin' I earned them
And I no preacher but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this music and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't race now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I his momma proud
And since you helped me sell my we can share my momma now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on common
I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a without a round
Now my life full, a chopper with a thousand rounds

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, done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind 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 her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could
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 niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that just the way I should
the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
Even if they brought the nigga back
I'd still keep this cocked back

And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
Looking to find, a way 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?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

(My Life)