Luyện nghe bài hát My Diary

Now we try corners, old folks try and us
The cops try and swarm us, blocks hot like
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 of the P-jects

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

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

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

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

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

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 ones that fly
got high off the suga, you know that ain't right

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

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

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

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

tell me slow down 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 a piece of my diary, yeah

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

Now let's ride, to 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 than a friend

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

Now think about po-9, if it caught me, how it get you in
But now the feds, still tailin' me, DA think 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 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 me slow down I'm livin' life fast
See they don't all ride with me
I know it right but this is my life
It's just a of my diary, yeah

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