Luyện nghe bài hát Life

1]
I got angels 'way, I got demons hunting me
I know 'Pac was 25, I know 33
I death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me
I say God, the one, I know she would die for me
want a barcode on my wrist
To auction off the kids don't fit their description of a utopia (black)
Like a won't exist if I just don't exist
If I grew up without a pot to piss in
Pardon me for
Congress got the to call itself religious
Rich just getting richer, we just tryna our life

Momma mixed the with the sprite
They killed my cousin a pocket knife
While my uncle on the
He was for more than half my life
He got out a year and he died
I was on a
Talking to my on the phone
Left the city I was just four
None of them would get
Momma him for winter coats
I was chilling my niggas [?]
Now tryna take his

Life don't mean shit to a nigga that ain't had shit, yuh
Light don't mean lit in the dark, don't mean fists, ooh
Eyes don't see, eyes don't see, ice freeze
Light leave, I don't mean lie to me

Tell me I'll be okay, tell me be a [?]
Tell me that she my bae, that I won't be
Tell 'em be okay, when I lost my [?]
'em that we the same, tell em' that we not safe

2]
I got my grandaddy soul, I'm at war on my mind
I seen Walter's cold, wish I could switch it with mine
I'm not worried bout no rap shit, distractions or times
I still go to social functions even though I'm so
No I'm no Rihanna, the [?]
To throw it Donovan, down a bit
I just been modeling my career as a [?]
Studio monitors shaking, I the apartments
I'm bonded profit, I made what I made, and allot it
Amount of that's in my mind the time you was watching
So comparing me to people, no I am not them
A lot of people dream until they shit or get
That's

Momma the vodka with the sprite
They killed my with a pocket knife
my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more half my life
He got out a year and he died
I was on a
to my father on the phone
Left the when I was just four
None of them would get
Momma him for winter coats
I was with my niggas [?]
Now they take his life