Luyện nghe bài hát Life Is Short

All I do is speak the so don't judge me by my lies
I weigh a buck 40 don't judge me by my size
Our glocks is 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 Drag really a gang member, or just
Y'all can be the boss of the bosses be the cause of the causes
I rob from the rich and to the less fortunate

Well, I buy thousand whips and in raps I floss this shit
I buy thousand kicks and give to the orphanage
When I was young I was a soft kid I snap
And they get me off a kid 'cause he sold my mom's crack

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

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

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

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

Thats real cancer and doctors ain't got the answer
I hope y'all fellin' 'cause I ain't supposed to be tellin' y'all this shit
Like I ain't supposed to be sellin' y'all this 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 gonna on
the hole in my 44 long
I'm gonna hit the gym and get my on
Sometimes my gone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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