Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

Punk ass mothafucka, get ass up
What chu was do, kill me in my sleep 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 aint grindin you tired"
So Im with my eyes wide
to find a way through the day

A life for the
Dear Lord, took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
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Take me away from the hood a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a
Take me away like I on cocaine
Or me away like 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 Jesus shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye Jesus pieces?
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'Cause that's Jesus and The Game, he's the equal
on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he a needle
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I need some meditation, so I can my people
They Why? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off
Answer my question before bullet leave this Desert Eagle

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

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

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 Sermon

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Im grindin until Im
They say, "You grindin until you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
Looking to a way through 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 hell am I doing
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