Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

And Im grindin Im tired
They say, "You aint grindin you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
Looking to 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?
Like what the hell am I right?
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Take me away from the hood like a penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a
Take me away like I on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet 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 fuckin'
And you wonder why Kanye Jesus pieces?
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that's Jesus people and The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a
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I need some meditation, so I can my people
They askin' Why? Why did Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

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

A for the night
Dear Lord, 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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We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors caution
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned
And I ain't no preacher, but my Erick Sermon

So eat black music, and tell me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse Jackson it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye
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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 crack and niggas drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a
Now my life full, like a with a thousand rounds

And Im until 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
Lord, youve took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent taken my
Like what the am I doing right?
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Walk through the gates of Hell, see my parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, 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 motherfuckers afraid of
(Compton)
Made my grandmother for good
And never made her happy, but I bet new Mercedes could
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Ain't no bars, but niggas 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 that Phantom the way I should
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the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

And Im until Im tired
They say, "You aint until you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
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 the hell am I doing right?
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