Luyện nghe bài hát Life Is Short

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

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

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

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

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

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

My blood I had to taste that my I had to heal that
In order to feel that a real life shit and still rap
My rhymes still here so I done a few punks
My mom still 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' this shit
Like I ain't supposed to be sellin' y'all this shit but this is real
Like I ain't supposed to be cryin' over this shit but I mind

Shit just feel right but I'm gonna hold on
Till the in my 44 long
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 thing I'm happy that you did was me out your nuts

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

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

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

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

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

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