Luyện nghe bài hát Define My Life

Me and my momma aint close, ghost like most
only for the hood riches when we broke that we all
got an gang yesterday,
my rhyme is just and play
born in thiscold world, that ain't no special day
a reminder, you get to thirty you lucky
mother that's the words of T Stuckey
up on Put Stones(?) and YBI
Mazaradi rig, why I lie?
all die
got a question honour, listen
whatever happened to that shit death decider?
I'm on the tip why your flipping G
even know what he charged, when did he cop a plea?
sloppily, shit this did change
n*ggas caught with a little work and start naming names
I'm blaming fame, Benz's, bitches and
in today's y'all 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 these dawgs
I'm talking to y'all!
while not involved, just nodding along
I've got to ask the church, shit, is God in the
And to You Mr. is God in the Wrong?
Y'all don't even hear me n*ggas your just along

I took this time to
hear rhyme I write
let me define my life

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