Luyện nghe bài hát Life Is Short

All I do is speak the truth so judge me by my lies
I weigh about a buck 40 judge me by my size
Our glocks is 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 a gang member, or just involved
can be the boss of the bosses I'll be the cause of the causes
I rob from the and give to the less fortunate

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

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

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
just the way we live or die

My blood I had to taste that my I had to heal that
In to feel that a real 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 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 to be sellin' y'all this shit but this is real life
I ain't supposed to be cryin' over this shit but I still mind

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

And I give 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 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, blames
It ain't the licks, it ain't the
just 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 last few months my moms live right, in new clothes
said she might lose her sight fuck it she saw me blow

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' till I see cops till I see slot

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

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