Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

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

Suicide, I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus
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'Cause that's Jesus people and The Game, the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, like needed Sigel
I needed my father, but he needed a needle
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I need some meditation, so I can leave my
They askin' Why? Why did John Lennon leave The
And why every hood nigga off evil?
Answer my question before bullet leave this Desert Eagle

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

A life for the
Dear Lord, youve so many of my people
But Im wonderin 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 with
You see them 24's spinnin'? I them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick

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

I spit crack and niggas drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm outta bounds
My life used to be like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand

And Im grindin until Im
They say, "You aint 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 right?
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Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in
With the high on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
at pictures of Don Imus for target practice

My mind fucked up, so I 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 can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that the hood
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 couldn't stop that
Even if they the nigga 'Pac back
I'd keep this motherfucker cocked back

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

A for the night
Lord, youve took so many of my people
But Im just why
You taken my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
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