Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

And Im grindin Im tired
say, "You aint grindin until you tired"
So Im with 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
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Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away like I overdosed on
Or take me away like a bullet from Cobain

Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
That was Jesus shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces?
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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, 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 leave my
They askin' Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga off evil?
Answer my question this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

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

A for the night
Dear Lord, took so many of my people
But Im just why
You havent my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
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We are not the same, I am a
So my Phantom doors with caution
You see 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And I no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon

So eat this black music, and me how it taste, now
And fuck Jackson cause 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 momma's
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
Livin the life, me and Common on common ground

I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock a round
Now my life full, like a with a thousand rounds

And Im until Im tired
They say, "You aint grindin you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
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
My

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

My mind up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton)
my grandmother 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 escape the
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the
But it's real niggas like me, that make the
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I
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the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo stop that
if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep motherfucker cocked back

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

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