Luyện nghe bài hát All My Life

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my 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 haven't taken my
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 casket or a
Take me
Like I overdosed on
Or take me away a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to Biggie was crucified
That was Jesus
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces?
Cause that's people
And The Game, the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" a sequel
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a
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 before this bullet leave this Desert

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't 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 but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin' I earned
And I ain't no preacher but here's my Sermon
So eat this music and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my down
I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I his momma proud
And since you helped me my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B.: "No Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and 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 used to be empty a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds

And I'm grindin' til I'm
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 so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
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, backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a hood
I'm from the city that you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my grandmother pray for
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes
no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should the hood
But it's real niggas me, that make the hood
slow in that Phantom just the way I should
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga back
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' 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 haven't my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

(My Life)