Luyện nghe bài hát My Diary

Now we try corners, old folks try and us
The cops try and us, blocks hot like saunas
Well, fuck it I'ma it, got a bunt nigga 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 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 project now on fire you see the detects
His high is down cause now he's nervous smokin' bogeys
And now he findin' out fuckin' murder was his co-D
And this the shit that happens all too often up in

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

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

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

Now, we ran reckless, no grown ups to us
So it's the man what you expect, I've up to violence
I had my eye up on the pushers, the that stay fly
Fiends got high off the suga, you know that ain't

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

Member I was hungry, I was in the Corsica
muthafucka, hoppin' the double four's
My pants droopy muthafuckas and pardon my
My died '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 movin' 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 into my
And see all the pain the ghetto brings
Take a journey my soul
And let's roll 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 but this 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 read my diary, so I'ma let you 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 ride, to where? To Harlem, the West side
I show you blocks and murals, dawg where some of the died
Like who, like 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 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 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, still tailin' 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 Gang is wealth
And all the stores, man the syzzurp on the shelf
I rose the dump you see, now it's Dipset, Byrd Gang the company

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

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

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