Luyện nghe bài hát All My Life

And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't 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 took so many of my people but I'm just why
You haven't taken my
what the hell am I doing right?
My

Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
Take me from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
me away
Like I on cocaine
Or me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
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" need a
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella Sigel
I needed my father, but he needed a needle
I need some meditation, so I can leave my
askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before 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
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 taken my
Like what the am I doing right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution
You see them 24's I earned them
And I ain't no preacher but here's my Erick
So eat this black music and me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, my face down
I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B.: "No Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on ground
I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of
Got a Paul 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 til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't 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 took so many of my but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

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

And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't 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 took so of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

(My Life)