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
I'ma get drunk with my biscuit, 5 cup
Take a sip kid, I'ma of the P-jects

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

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

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

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

tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast
See they all wanna ride with me
I know it ain't but this 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
Fiends got off the suga, you know 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 about the
Well I cop some Porsche or trucks

I was hungry, I was whippin' in the Corsica
Hoopty muthafucka, the double four's
My droopy muthafuckas and pardon my grammar
My nana '95, so I done left my heart wit my grandma

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

Take a look my eyes
And you'll see all the pain the ghetto
Take a journey through my
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 of my diary, yeah

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

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

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 who couldn't get a gist of his thought
But if you grind wit the snorpy, a whip could be bought

Now think po-9, if it caught 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 and post the bail for me
Still in the Gang myself, you say Byrd Gang is wealth
And all the liquor stores, man the on the shelf
I rose from the you see, now it's Dipset, Byrd Gang the company

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

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

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