Luyện nghe bài hát All My Life

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You 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 many of my people but I'm wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

Take me away from the hood like a penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
me away
Like I overdosed on
Or take me away like a from Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's
for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye Jesus pieces?
Cause that's Jesus
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he a needle
I need meditation, so I can leave my people
They "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every 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 grindin' with my eyes
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

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors with
You see 24's spinnin' I earned them
And I ain't no preacher but here's my Erick
So eat this black 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 sons and put on that smile
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on common
I crack, and niggas could drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm 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 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 right?
My

Walk the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of
Made my pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
They took so many of my niggas, that I should 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 paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker back

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't 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 took so many of my people but I'm just why
You haven't my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

(My Life)