Luyện nghe bài hát Life

1]
I got angels running 'way, I got hunting me
I 'Pac was 25, I know Jesus 33
I tell death to keep a distance, I think he with me
I say God, that's the one, I know she die for me
They want a on my wrist
To auction off the kids that don't fit their of a utopia (black)
a problem won't exist if I just don't exist
If I grew up a single pot to piss in
me for venting
Congress got the nerve to itself religious
Rich just getting richer, we just live our life

Momma mixed the vodka with the
They killed my cousin with a pocket
my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than my life
He got out a year and then he
I was on a
Talking to my on the phone
Left the city I was just four
None of would get along
begging him for winter coats
I was chilling with my [?]
Now they tryna his

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

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

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

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