Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

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

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

Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces?
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'Cause that's Jesus people and The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I my father, but he needed a needle
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I need some meditation, so I can 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 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
Dear Lord, youve so many of my people
But Im just why
You havent my life?
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 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but my Erick Sermon

So eat this music, and tell me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse cause it ain't about race, now
I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye
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Damn, I his momma's proud
And since you me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin the life, me and Common on common ground

I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand

And Im until Im tired
say, "You aint grindin until you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
to find a way through 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 hell am I right?
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala in front
With the high beams on, me and the Devil share blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin at of Don Imus for target practice

My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider
I'm from the city that made you afraid of Suge
(Compton)
my grandmother pray for good
And made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could
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Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the
Ridin' in that Phantom just the way I should
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the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo stop that
Even if they the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep motherfucker cocked back

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

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