Luyện nghe bài hát Life Is Short

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thats real life cancer and doctors ain't got the
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 this shit but is real life
Like I ain't supposed to be cryin' over this shit but I mind

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

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

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

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

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

I reminisce I pull out old 40 year olds
It gets me stressed so I could smoke up 40 of those
I feel like walkin' with a mean bout
Bustin' till I see cops till I see slot

Throw on a of flip flops take steps to the roof of the ledge
Till my stop but I need not, I got a life ahead of me
I got a wife in of me, at least I gotta see my seed drop
got me on a detox, so when I die
Bury me to the weed crops

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