Luyện nghe bài hát My Diary

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

My teachers always told me I'd probably be a reject
I came up by my lonely now I'm a of that D set
Two twelvin' with my homie, he caught a homey of 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 down cause now he's nervous smokin' bogeys
And now he findin' out fuckin' murder was his co-D
And this the shit that happens all too up in Harlem

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

Take a into my eyes
And see all the pain the ghetto brings
Take a journey through my
And let's roll through the of reality

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

Now, we ran reckless, no grown ups to us
So the man what you expect, I've grown up to violence
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 to the street game
My niggaz only 'bout the jewelry and the street fame
And what the bitches thought of them, it's all the money
shit I cop some Porsche or trucks

Member I was hungry, I was in the Corsica
Hoopty muthafucka, hoppin' the double
My pants droopy and pardon my grammar
My nana died '95, so I done my heart wit my grandma

I hid outside and the park wit the hammer
And I'm watchin' for the narcs, movin' cars with antennas
Thug and respect, for all my goons behind bars in the
To my G's on rikers, to all my three lifers

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

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

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

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

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

Now think about po-9, if it caught me, how it get you in
But now the feds, they still me, DA think he nailin' me
I had to turn in the goons come and post the 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 the dump you see, now it's Dipset, Byrd Gang the company

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

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

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