Luyện nghe bài hát All My Life

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 haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My

Take me away from the hood like a penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
Take me
Like I overdosed on
Or take me away like a bullet from Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces?
Cause that's people
And The Game, the equal
Hated on so much, "The of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a
I need some meditation, so I can leave my
They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The
And why hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this 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
Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
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 no preacher but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat black music 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 down
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his momma
And you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
the "Good Life", me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and could drive it out of town
Got a Chris mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a without 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 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
what the hell am I doing right?
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the Devil share blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for practice
My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of
Made my grandmother for good
And never made her happy, I bet that new Mercedes could
no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, I should hate the hood
But real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' in that Phantom just the way I should
the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga couldn't stop that
Even if brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker back

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
Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

(My Life)