Luyện nghe bài hát Define My Life

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

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

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