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' 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 what the hell am I doing
My

me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the in the casket or a Bentley
me away
Like I on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where was crucified
was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why Kanye Jesus pieces?
Cause that's Jesus
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella Sigel
I needed my father, but he needed a needle
I need some meditation, so I can leave my
They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The
And why every nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Eagle

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

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors caution
You see them 24's spinnin' I them
And I ain't no but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this 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
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye smile
Damn, I know his proud
And you helped 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 common
I spit crack, and niggas drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a Glock without a
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' 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 just why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
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, playing
Shootin' at pictures of Don for target practice
My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers of Suge
Made my grandmother for good
And made 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
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga back
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 but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
My

(My Life)