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 dogs and shit

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

A for the night
Lord, youve took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
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me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
Take me away like I overdosed on
Or take me away like a bullet Kurt Cobain

Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus
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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 my father, but he needed a needle
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I some 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 leave this Desert Eagle

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

A life for the
Lord, youve took so many of my people
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 with caution
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned
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 Kanye smile
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Damn, I his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can my momma now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and on common ground

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

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

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve took so many of my
But Im wonderin why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
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Walk the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing 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)
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 the hood
But it's real niggas 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 keep this motherfucker cocked

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, took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
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