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 but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My

Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me
Like I overdosed on
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 reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces?
Cause Jesus people
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" 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 "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off
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
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

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 preacher but my Erick Sermon
So eat black music and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race now
I think about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my now
And M.J.B.: "No More 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 mind state, I'm out of bounds
My life to be empty 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 ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
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 right?
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in
With the high beams on, me and the Devil share blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for practice
My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider hood
I'm the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my 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, I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I
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 this motherfucker cocked back

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

(My Life)