Luyện nghe bài hát Define My Life

Me and my momma aint close, daddy ghost like
only for the hood riches when we that we all toast
got an awesome yesterday,
my is just press and play
born in thiscold world, that ain't no special day
just a reminder, you get to thirty you
mother that's the words of T Stuckey
up on Put Stones(?) and YBI
Mazaradi rig, why I lie?
all die
got a your honour, listen
whatever happened to that death before decider?
I'm on the tip why your flipping G
don't know what he charged, when did he cop a plea?
sloppily, shit game did change
n*ggas caught with a little and they start naming names
I'm blaming fame, Benz's, and bling
in today's world treat a f*ckin snitch as a king
switches my means of income,win some, go far, in
all the broke and didsome(?)
youcan lose one but lose the war
my is torn
from walking these
damn I'm to y'all!
while not involved, just nodding along
got to ask the church, shit, is God in the wrong?
And to You Mr. is God in the Wrong?
don't even hear me n*ggas your just nodding along

I this time to gripe
this rhyme I write
let me clearly my life

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Bubba is the truth,
the raps out of
It's all steel like the gats that I
backwards I move 86-88
where chambers remain here with heavy weight
so much around me
drown me
in this sin
i've been
since on my mommas thin titty
is he stopping the world? God don't know
It's all a joke to him, how hard we grow
Death don't kissy you god say it
sort of like that little whistle in
Our way, Plant workers on lines, beeper
healthcare, f*ck potholes we got sores
with wars
my man young to Patrick
Dexter is lovely it? I'm still at it
I fill my with Mr. Man and Tone-Loc
when the burnt out in them grown folk
my bone
to lift pen
let me jot this and get this in
when I'm gone I hope y'all me then
let me jot this and get this in
I'm dead and gone I hope y'all respect me then
I'm