Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

And Im grindin until Im
They say, "You 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 wonderin why
You havent my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
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Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
me away like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away a bullet from Kurt Cobain

Suicide, I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces?
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that's Jesus people and The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella 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 leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert

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

A life for the
Dear Lord, youve took so many of my
But Im just why
You havent taken my
Like what the am I doing right?
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We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors caution
You see them spinnin'? I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick

So eat this music, and tell me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't race, now
Sometimes I think about my life my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that 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 on common ground

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

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

A life for the
Dear Lord, youve took so of my people
But Im just why
You havent my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
My

through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the Devil chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target

My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider hood
I'm from the that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton)
Made my pray for good
And never made her happy, but I bet that new could
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Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
They took so of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the
Ridin' slow in that Phantom the way I should
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the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

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

A life for the
Dear Lord, took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
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