Luyện nghe bài hát My Diary

Now we try corners, old folks try and 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 with my biscuit, 5 cup
a sip kid, I'ma product of the P-jects

My always told me that I'd probably be a reject
I came up by my now I'm a product of that D set
Two with my homie, he caught a homey of that D-wreck
He said it had him zonin' left the body in three 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 murder was his co-D
And this the that happens all too often up in Harlem

No you smell a rat you better off him what's the problem?
In this business sellin' 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 look my eyes
And you'll see all the pain the brings
Take a 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 ride me
I it ain't right but this is my life
just a piece of my diary, yeah

Now, we ran reckless, no grown ups to us
So it's the man what you expect, 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

That sweet cane, some got to the street game
My niggaz only worried 'bout the and the street fame
And what the bitches thought of them, all about the money
Well shit I cop Porsche or trucks

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

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 bars in the slammas
To my G's on rikers, to all my three lifers

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

They tell me slow down I'm livin' life
See they 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 '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 let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy

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

But he stitched of course, now talk 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 gist of his
But if you grind 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 think he me
I had to turn in the goons come and post the for me
Still in the Byrd Gang myself, you say 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

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

tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast
See they don't all 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 we livin' fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so let you read my dairy
This is my life we die young 'cause we livin'
So I'ma let you my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy