Luyện nghe bài hát All My Life

And I'm til I'm attacked
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, 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

Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
me away
Like I on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block to where Biggie was crucified
was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no reason
And you why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
Cause Jesus people
And The Game, the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" a sequel
Yeah, like needed Sigel
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 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
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
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
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 spinnin' I them
And I ain't no preacher but here's my Erick
So eat black music and tell me how it taste now
And Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think my life, with my face down
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can my momma now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and on common 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 like a Glock without a
Now my life full, like a with a thousand rounds

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 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 in front
With the 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 up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of
Made my pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes
Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom the way I should
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac
I'd keep this motherfucker cocked back

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

(My Life)