Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve so many of my people
But Im just why
You havent taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
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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 like a from Kurt Cobain

Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block to where Biggie was crucified
That was Jesus shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye Jesus pieces?
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'Cause that's Jesus 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 meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' Why? Why did John leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off
Answer my question before this bullet leave Desert Eagle

And Im grindin Im tired
They say, "You aint grindin 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 taken my life?
what 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 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick

So eat this black music, and me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye
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Damn, I know his proud
And you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and Common on ground

I crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty a glock without a round
Now my life full, a chopper with a thousand rounds

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

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

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

My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of
(Compton)
Made my grandmother for good
And never her happy, but I bet that 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 hate the
But it's real niggas like me, make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I
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the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac
I'd keep this motherfucker cocked back

And Im grindin Im tired
say, "You aint 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 many of my
But Im just why
You havent taken my
Like the hell am I doing right?
My
My
My
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