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
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 taken my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

Take me away from the hood like a state
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
Take me
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 Biggie was crucified
was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces?
Cause that's people
And The Game, the equal
on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a
I some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' "Why?" Why did John leave The Beatles?
And why hood nigga feed off evil?
my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

And I'm grindin' til I'm
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 so many of my people but I'm just 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 with caution
You see them 24's spinnin' I earned
And I ain't no preacher but my Erick Sermon
So eat this black and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about now
Sometimes I think my life, with my face down
I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his proud
And since you me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma 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 full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds

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

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

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, you've done took so of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
My

(My Life)