Luyện nghe bài hát My Diary

Now we try corners, old try and warn us
The try and swarm us, blocks hot like saunas
Well, fuck it I'ma risk it, got a nigga twist it
I'ma get drunk my biscuit, 5 cent cup
Take a sip kid, I'ma product of the

My teachers always me that I'd probably be a reject
I came up by my lonely now I'm a of that D set
Two twelvin' my homie, he caught a homey of that D-wreck
He said it had him zonin' left the body in buldin' steps

The project now on fire you see the detects
His high is coming cause now he's nervous smokin' bogeys
And now he findin' out that fuckin' murder was his
And the shit that happens all too often up in Harlem

No shit you smell a rat you better off him what's the
In this business sellin' crack we cook raw shit up to hard shit
And tell my fellas and to my coffin steady mobbin'
To my coffin, steady

Take a look my eyes
And you'll see all the the ghetto brings
a journey through my soul
And let's through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down I'm life fast
See they don't all wanna with me
I know it ain't right but this is my
It's a piece of my diary, yeah

Now, we ran reckless, no ups to guide us
So it's the man what you expect, I've grown up to
I had my eye up on the pushers, the that stay fly
Fiends got high off the suga, you that ain't right

That sweet cane, some got buried to the street
My niggaz only worried the jewelry and the street fame
And what the bitches of them, it's all about the money
Well shit I cop some Porsche or

I was hungry, I was whippin' in the Corsica
Hoopty muthafucka, the double four's
My pants droopy muthafuckas and my grammar
My nana '95, so I done left my heart wit my grandma

I hid and played the park wit the hammer
And I'm watchin' for the narcs, they movin' cars antennas
Thug and respect, for all my goons bars in the slammas
To my G's on rikers, to all my three time

Take a look into my
And you'll see all the pain the brings
Take a journey through my
And let's roll the streets of reality

tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast
See they don't all wanna ride me
I know it right but this is my life
just a piece of my diary, yeah

This is my life we die young 'cause we livin'
So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my
This is my life we die young we livin' fast
So let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy

Now ride, to where? To Harlem, the West side
I show you blocks and murals, dawg where of the best died
Like who, like who? Like Porter and
I heard Po put the order on him, now that's more a friend

But he stitched of course, now let's talk about the boss
And he got off snort, they said 500 bricks was brought
So in hindsight, it's a shorty who couldn't get a of his thought
But if you right wit the snorpy, a whip could be bought

Now think about po-9, if it me, how it get you in court
But now the feds, they still tailin' me, DA he nailin' me
I had to turn in the goons come and the bail for me
Still in the Gang myself, you say Byrd Gang is wealth
And all the stores, man the syzzurp on the shelf
I rose from the dump you see, now it's Dipset, Byrd the company

Take a into my eyes
And you'll see all the pain the ghetto
a journey through my soul
And let's through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down I'm livin' life
See they don't all wanna ride me
I it ain't right but this is my life
It's just a of my diary, yeah

This is my life we die young we livin' fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my
This is my we die young 'cause we livin' fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so let you read my dairy