Luyện nghe bài hát All My Life

And I'm til I'm attacked
say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
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 haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My

me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
Take me
Like I on cocaine
Or take me like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where was crucified
That was Brooklyn's
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus
that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" 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 "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every nigga feed off evil?
Answer my 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 took so many of my people but I'm just why
You haven't taken my
Like what the am I doing right?
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 here's my Erick
So eat black music and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about now
Sometimes I 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
the "Good Life", me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and niggas could drive it out of
Got a Chris Paul state, I'm never 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 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, you've done so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

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

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
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)