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 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 hell am I right?
My

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

We are not the same, I am a
So my Phantom doors with caution
You see them spinnin' 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 it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my down
I see my sons 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 it out of town
Got a Chris Paul state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a with 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 wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the 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 blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you afraid of Suge
my grandmother pray for good
And made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could
no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the
But it's niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' in that Phantom just the way I should
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the Alpo couldn't stop that
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 with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way 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?
Like what the hell am I doing
My

(My Life)