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! dogs barking and shit

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve took so of my people
But Im just why
You taken my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
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Take me away from the hood like a penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
Take me like I overdosed on cocaine
Or me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain

Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
That was Jesus shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces?
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'Cause that's people and The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed 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 Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off
Answer my question before this leave this Desert Eagle

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

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve so many of my people
But Im just 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 my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Sermon

So eat this music, and tell me how it taste, now
And Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about 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 know his proud
And since you me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and on common ground

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

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

Walk through the 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 of Don Imus for target practice

My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you afraid of Suge
(Compton)
Made my grandmother for good
And never 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, that I should hate the
But it's niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in 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 they brought the nigga 'Pac
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

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