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

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve took so many of my
But Im just why
You havent my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
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Take me away the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
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 Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces?
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that's Jesus people and The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" 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 hood nigga feed off
Answer my question before this bullet this Desert Eagle

And Im grindin 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
Lord, youve took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent taken my
Like the hell 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 I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Sermon

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

I spit and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock a round
Now my life full, like a with a thousand rounds

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

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

Walk the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target

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

And Im until Im tired
They say, "You aint until you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
Looking to find a way 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 hell am I right?
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