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, it I'ma risk it, got a bunt nigga twist it
I'ma get drunk my biscuit, 5 cent cup
Take a sip kid, product of the P-jects

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

The project now on fire where you see the
His high is down cause now he's nervous smokin' bogeys
And now he findin' out that murder was his co-D
And this the shit that happens all too often up in

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

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

They tell me slow down I'm livin' life
See they all wanna ride with me
I know it right but this is my life
It's just a piece of my diary,

Now, we ran reckless, no ups to guide 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 know ain't right

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

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

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

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

They tell me slow down I'm life fast
See don't all wanna ride with me
I it ain't right but this is my life
It's a piece 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
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

Now let's ride, to where? To Harlem, the West
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 about Fritz the boss
And he got rich off snort, they 500 bricks was brought
So in hindsight, it's a shorty who couldn't get a of his thought
But if you grind right wit the snorpy, a whip could be

Now about po-9, if it caught me, how it get you in court
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 Byrd Gang myself, you say Byrd 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 look my eyes
And see all the pain the ghetto brings
Take a journey through my
And let's roll through the streets of

They tell me slow down I'm livin' 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

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