Luyện nghe bài hát Define My Life

Me and my momma aint close, daddy like most
only for the hood riches when we broke we all toast
got an gang yesterday,
my is just press and play
born in thiscold world, shit that no special day
just a reminder, you get to thirty you
mother fucker that's the words of T
up on Put Stones(?) and YBI
Mazaradi rig, why would I
all die
got a question honour, listen
whatever happened to that shit death before
I'm on the tip why your flopper G
don't even what he charged, when did he cop a plea?
sloppily, shit this game did
n*ggas with a little work and they start naming names
I'm blaming fame, Benz's, and bling
in today's world y'all treat a snitch as a king
switches my means of income,win some, go far, in
all the n*ggas and didsome(?)
youcan one battle but lose the war
my is torn
from walking these
I'm talking to y'all!
while you're not involved, just along
I've got to ask the church, shit, is God in the
And to You Mr. Preacher is God in the
Y'all 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 I shoots
backwards I move 86-88
where there's chambers remain here with heavy
so much around me
they me
in sin city
i've been
since sucking on my mommas titty
when is he stopping the 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 that little whistle in Broadway
Our way, Plant on lines, beeper stores
healthcare, f*ck we got deeper sores
with wars
my man young to Patrick
Dexter is ain't it? I'm still at it
I fill my hand Mr. Man and Tone-Loc
when the lights out in them grown folk
my broke
to this pen
let me jot down and get this in
when I'm gone I hope y'all me then
let me jot this down and get in
when I'm dead and I hope y'all respect me then
I'm