Luyện nghe bài hát Life Is Short

All I do is speak the so don't judge me by my lies
I about a buck 40 don't judge me by my size
Our is like Michael J. Fox it's 'Family Ties'
'Cause it'll make a cry, why

A lot of just ain't answered problems ain't resolved
Like if really a gang member, or just involved
Y'all can be the boss of the bosses I'll be the cause of the
I rob the rich and give to the less fortunate

Well, I buy thousand whips and in your raps I floss shit
I buy thousand and give to the young orphanage
When I was I was a soft kid 'till I snap
And they couldn't get me off a kid 'cause he sold my crack

In fact, I a case beyond that I couldn't face my moms
Crack addiction I was way beyond that
But I face facts I got over the left side of my face
My face but I had to fix that

Life is short, time
It ain't our fault, aside
It the licks, it ain't the eyes
It's the way we live or die

Life is short, time
It our fault, blames aside
It ain't the licks, it the eyes
It's just the way we or die

My blood I had to that my wound I had to heal that
In order to feel that a real shit and still rap 'cause
My rhymes still here so I done a few punks
My mom here but she'll die in a few months

Thats real life cancer and ain't got the answer
I hope y'all fellin' this 'cause I ain't supposed to be tellin' y'all this
Like I ain't supposed to be sellin' y'all shit but this is real life
Like I supposed to be cryin' over this shit but I still mind

Shit just don't feel right but I'm hold on
Till the hole in my 44
I'm hit the gym and get my swoll on
Sometimes my head

And I don't give my pops props 'cause he was dead
was up, you know what, I don't give a fuck
The only I'm happy that you did was bust me out your nuts

is short, time flies
It ain't our fault, aside
It the licks, it ain't the eyes
just the way we live or die

Life is short, time
It ain't our fault, blames
It the licks, it ain't the eyes
It's the way we live or die

But nigga this is real life it makes me my glock real tight
It makes me fight but I get it off when I write
So these few months my moms could live right, in new clothes
They said she might lose her sight it she saw me blow

I sometimes I pull out old 40 year olds
It gets me so I could smoke up like 40 of those
Sometimes I feel like walkin' a mean bout
Bustin' till I see cops snowin' till I see

on a pair of flip flops take steps to the roof of the ledge
Till my feet stop but I need not, I got a ahead of me
I got a wife in back of me, at least I gotta see my drop
Probation got me on a detox, so I die
Bury me next to the weed

So when I'm in Heaven, I can weed to Pac and smoke trees
With Big L, Aliyah we miss ya and Pun we fun wit ya