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, it I'ma risk it, got a bunt nigga twist it
I'ma get drunk my biscuit, 5 cent 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 twelvin' with my homie, he caught a of that D-wreck
He it had him zonin' left the body in buldin' three steps

The now on fire where you see the detects
His high is coming down cause now he's 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 you smell a rat you better 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

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

They tell me slow down I'm livin' fast
See don't all wanna ride 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 it's the man what you expect, I've 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 sweet cane, some got to the street game
My only worried 'bout the jewelry and the street fame
And what the thought of them, it's all about the money
shit I cop some Porsche or trucks

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

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

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

They 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 a piece of my diary, yeah

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

Now ride, to where? To Harlem, the West side
I show you blocks and murals, dawg where 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, 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 me, DA think he nailin' me
I had to turn in the goons and post the bail for me
Still in the Byrd Gang myself, you say Byrd is wealth
And all the liquor stores, man the syzzurp on the
I rose from the dump you see, now it's Dipset, Gang the company

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

They tell me slow down I'm life fast
See they don't all wanna ride me
I know it ain't but this is my life
just a piece 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 we livin' fast
So I'ma let you my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy