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 barking and shit

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

And Im grindin until Im
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, youve took so of my people
But Im just why
You taken my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
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Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt

Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no reason
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 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
askin' Why? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every nigga feed off evil?
Answer my before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

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

A life for the
Lord, youve took so many of my people
But Im just why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
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We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin'? I them
And I ain't no preacher, but my Erick Sermon

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

I spit crack and niggas drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never bounds
My life used to be empty like a without a round
Now my full, like 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 for the night
Dear Lord, took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

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

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

And Im grindin Im tired
They say, "You aint grindin you tired"
So Im grindin my eyes 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 taken my
Like what the hell am I right?
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