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 barking and

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

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

Take me away from the hood like a state
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
Take me away like I overdosed on
Or take me away a bullet from Kurt Cobain

Suicide, I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus for no fuckin' reason
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 Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed
I needed my father, but he needed a needle
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I need meditation, so I can leave my people
They Why? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before bullet leave this Desert Eagle

And Im until Im tired
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, took so many of my people
But Im just why
You havent my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

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

So eat this black music, and 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 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 and niggas could drive it outta town
Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds

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

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

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

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

And Im grindin until Im
They say, "You aint until you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
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?
My
My
My
My