Luyện nghe bài hát Life

1]
I got angels 'way, I got demons hunting me
I know 'Pac was 25, I know 33
I tell death to keep a distance, I he obsessed 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 description of a utopia (black)
Like a problem won't exist if I just don't
If I up without a single pot to piss in
me for venting
Congress got the nerve to itself religious
Rich just getting richer, we just tryna our life

Momma mixed the vodka the sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket
While my on the phone
He was for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he
I was on a
to my father on the phone
Left the when I was just four
None of them get along
Momma begging him for coats
I was chilling my niggas [?]
Now they take his

Life don't mean shit to a nigga that never had shit, yuh
Light don't lit in the dark, fight 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, me I'll be a [?]
Tell me that she my bae, that I won't be
Tell 'em I'll be okay, when I my [?]
'em that we the same, tell em' that we not safe

2]
I got my soul, I'm at war that's on my mind
I seen Walter's body cold, wish I could switch it mine
I'm not worried no rap shit, distractions or wasted times
I still go to social even though I'm so anti
No I'm no Rihanna, the [?]
To throw it Donovan, down a bit
I just been modeling my whole as a [?]
monitors shaking, I raise the apartments
I'm bonded with profit, I what I made, and allot 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 they shit or get
life

Momma the vodka with the sprite
They killed my with a pocket knife
my uncle on the phone
He was for more than half my life
He got out a year and he died
I was on a
Talking to my father on the
Left the city when I was just
of them would get along
Momma begging him for winter
I was chilling with my [?]
Now they tryna his life