Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

Punk ass mothafucka, get ass up
chu was goin do, kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! Shut the fuck up! Fucking dogs and shit

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

And Im grindin Im tired
They say, "You grindin until you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
to find a way through the day

A for the night
Dear Lord, took so many of my people
But Im just why
You taken my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
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Take me from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a
Take me away I overdosed on cocaine
Or me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain

Suicide, I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus
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'Cause that's people and The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" a sequel
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a
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I need meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' Why? Why did John Lennon The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave Desert Eagle

And Im grindin until Im
They say, "You grindin until you tired"
So Im grindin my eyes wide
Looking to a way through the day

A for the night
Lord, youve took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
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We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution
You see them spinnin'? I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but my Erick Sermon

So eat this music, and tell me how it taste, now
And fuck Jackson cause it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think my life with my face down
I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
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Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and Common on ground

I spit crack and could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never bounds
My life to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds

And Im grindin until Im
say, "You aint grindin until you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
Looking to find a way the day

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve took so many of my
But Im just why
You havent taken my
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my parked in front
the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
at pictures of Don Imus for target practice

My mind fucked up, so I cover it a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers of Suge
(Compton)
Made my pray for good
And made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could
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Ain't no bars, but niggas can't the hood
They so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in Phantom just the way I should
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the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

And Im grindin until Im
They say, "You grindin until you tired"
So Im grindin my eyes wide
Looking to a way through the day

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve took so many of my
But Im just why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
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