Luyện nghe bài hát My Diary

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

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

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

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

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

They tell me down I'm livin' life fast
See they don't all 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 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 stay fly
Fiends got high off the suga, you know that right

That sweet cane, some got buried to the game
My niggaz only worried 'bout the and the street fame
And what the bitches of them, it's all about the money
Well shit I cop 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 died '95, so I done left 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 goons behind in the slammas
To my G's on rikers, to all my time lifers

Take a look my eyes
And you'll see all the pain the brings
a journey through my soul
And let's 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 right but this is my life
just a piece of my diary, yeah

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

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

But he stitched of course, now talk about Fritz the boss
And he got rich off snort, they said 500 was brought
So in hindsight, a shorty who couldn't get a gist of his thought
But if you right wit the snorpy, a whip could be bought

Now about 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 Byrd Gang myself, you say Byrd Gang is
And all the liquor stores, man the syzzurp on the
I rose from the dump you see, now it's Dipset, Byrd Gang the

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

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

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