Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

And Im grindin until Im
They say, "You aint grindin 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 taken my
Like what the hell am I right?
My

Take me from the hood 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 like a bullet from Kurt

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

And Im until Im tired
They say, "You aint grindin 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 havent my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors with
You see them 24's spinnin'? I 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 cause it ain't race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face
Then I see my sons and put on that smile
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Damn, I know his momma's
And since you me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin the life, me and Common on common ground

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

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

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

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

My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton)
Made my pray for good
And never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes
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Ain't no bars, but niggas escape the hood
took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But real niggas like me, that make the hood
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
if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this cocked back

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

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