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

Take me away the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
me away
Like I overdosed on
Or take me away like a bullet from Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces?
that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed
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 every nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave Desert Eagle

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

We are not the same, I am a
So my Phantom doors with caution
You see them spinnin' I earned them
And I ain't no but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and tell me how it now
And fuck Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that smile
Damn, I his momma proud
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can my momma now
And like M.J.B.: "No Drama" now
the "Good Life", me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and niggas could it out of town
Got a Paul mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be 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
Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I right?
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala in front
With the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic
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 afraid of Suge
my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new could
Ain't no bars, but niggas escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I hate the hood
But it's real like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that just the way I should
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

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

(My Life)