Luyện nghe bài hát Life

Whether we out this motherfucker
Wrap rock or riddle out motherfucker
We gon' get up out this
Same way that Venus did, Serena did, we them
Whitney was talking that's how it was
Before my brother caught them and I watched coroners chalk him out
That ain't my brother in that box, what niggas bout?
Paul Bearer cause I was too weak to walk him out
And that's real shit, I'm
Like Pac was to Jada before Jada met Will
I'm already turnt up, chronic burnt up
Fuck outta here, with all that and popping pills shit
Jump in my Impala get it with a kill switch
I done been around the world, my life is like a trip
I done been to Africa, niggas in Attica
killing our youth, these numbers ain't adding up
Like that white boy sitting in a cell
Killed 9 in a church, how he living still?
I understand, I spent hours with Farrakhan
Just him to let me be the millionth man
But some of these niggas just make you wanna a man
And let the .38 spin like a fan
your body from soul, soul from Earth
Roll a blunt with your and then ash it in the dirt
Listen, you ain't a cause you go to church
Listen, you ain't a gangster you got the work
A real gangster's one who care of his whole family
Like me, even though my baby mama can't me
Her name tattooed on my neck, nigga branded
And my fucking kids tighter than Ray J and
Yeah, I give it to you so you
Fucking took my family
Bye baby, rock-a-bye
No or sobs, baby, been listening to Nas lately
And I can't lie, baby, been them thighs, baby
But it's more to life than Gucci and Louis Vuitton,
It's more to life than on lies, baby
Put aside, baby, you Nicki Minaj, baby
One day we all die,
So I'd go hard, keep Cali alive, baby
Yeah, keep alive, baby
Double entendre, nigga my baby
And don't nobody father kids me
to Kevin Hart, take care of they rib like me
I fucked up decisions but don't let 'em crucify me
I'm still the same on my California ID
Yeah, Compton
Blame Dre, his fault that I'm a monster, nigga
I was selling crack in west Bompton, nigga
Yeah I can rap, but I ask for no sponsors, nigga
I was light and young Klay Thompson, nigga
15, had guns like Contra,
Now the call me bipolar, big
The Documentary 2 without Doc's prescription