Luyện nghe bài hát All My Life

And I'm til I'm attacked
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 hell am I doing
My

Take me from the hood like a state penitentiary
me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me
I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Jesus
for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces?
that's Jesus people
And The Game, the equal
on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed
I needed my father, but he needed a needle
I some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The
And why hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You 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 wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors with
You see them 24's spinnin' I earned
And I ain't no but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I about my life, with my face down
Then I see my and put on that Kanye 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
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on 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 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 grindin' with my 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 hell am I right?
My

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

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

(My Life)