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 don't me by my size
Our glocks is like Michael J. Fox it's Ties'
'Cause it'll a family cry, why

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

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

In fact, I caught a case beyond that I face my moms
Crack addiction 'cause I was way that
But I face facts I got busted over the side of my face
My face but I had to fix that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But nigga this is real life it me clutch 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 lose her sight fuck it she saw me blow

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

Throw on a pair of 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 see my seed drop
got me on a detox, so when 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 ya and Pun we have fun wit ya