Luyện nghe bài hát My Diary

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

My teachers always told me that I'd probably be a
I came up by my now I'm a product of that 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' three

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

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

Take a look my eyes
And see all the pain the ghetto brings
Take a through my soul
And let's roll the streets 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 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 ones that fly
Fiends got high off the suga, you that ain't right

That sweet cane, got buried to the street game
My only worried 'bout the jewelry and the street fame
And what the bitches thought of them, all about the money
Well 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 wit the hammer
And I'm watchin' for the narcs, they movin' cars antennas
Thug and respect, for all my behind bars in the slammas
To my G's on rikers, to all my three lifers

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

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

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 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 where? To Harlem, the West
I show you and murals, dawg where some of the best died
Like who, who? Like Porter and them
I heard Po put the order on him, now more than a friend

But he stitched of course, now let's talk about the boss
And he got rich off snort, said 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 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 come and post the bail for me
Still in the Byrd myself, you say Byrd Gang is wealth
And all the liquor stores, man the syzzurp on the
I rose from the you see, now it's Dipset, Byrd Gang the company

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

tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast
See they don't all wanna with me
I know it ain't right but this is my
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 life we die 'cause we livin' fast
So I'ma let you my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy