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! the fuck up! Fucking dogs barking and shit

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

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

Suicide, I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces?
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'Cause that's Jesus people and The Game, 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 needed a
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I some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' Why? Why did Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every nigga feed off evil?
my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

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

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

So eat this music, and tell me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my down
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye smile
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Damn, I know his 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 could drive it outta town
Gotta 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 chopper with a thousand

And Im grindin until Im
They say, "You aint grindin you tired"
So Im grindin 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 taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala in front
With the beams 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 cover it a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers of Suge
(Compton)
my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, but I bet new Mercedes could
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Ain't no bars, but niggas can't the hood
They so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that the hood
Ridin' in that Phantom just the way I should
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the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still this motherfucker cocked back

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

A life for the
Dear Lord, 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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