Luyện nghe bài hát All My Life

And I'm til I'm attacked
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 of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I right?
My

Take me from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me
Like I overdosed on
Or take me away like a bullet from Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block close to where was crucified
was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces?
Cause that's people
And The Game, the equal
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 need meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The
And why hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet this 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 people but I'm just why
You taken my life?
Like what the 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 but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat black music and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race now
Sometimes I about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that smile
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B.: "No Drama" now
the "Good Life", me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and niggas drive it out of town
Got a Paul mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You 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 just why
You haven't my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

Walk through the of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin' at of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers of Suge
my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes
Ain't no bars, but niggas escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that 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
Even if they the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker back

And I'm grindin' til I'm
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 haven't my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
My

(My Life)