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! Shut the fuck up! Fucking dogs barking and

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

And Im grindin until Im
They say, "You aint 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
Like what the hell am I doing
My

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

Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces?
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'Cause 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
Like I my father, but he needed a needle
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I need some meditation, so I can my people
They askin' Why? Why did John Lennon leave The
And why every hood nigga off evil?
Answer my question this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

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

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

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors with
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 it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that smile
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Damn, I know his momma's
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
Livin the life, me and Common on common ground

I spit crack and niggas could drive it town
Gotta Chris Paul state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand

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

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

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

My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers of Suge
(Compton)
Made my grandmother pray for
And never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes
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no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real 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 nigga Alpo couldn't that
Even if brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker back

And Im grindin Im tired
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, youve took so of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My
My
My
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