Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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 so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent taken my
what the hell am I doing right?
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Take me away from the hood like a state
Take me away the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away like I on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Cobain

Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces?
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'Cause that's Jesus people and The Game, he's the
on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he a needle
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I some meditation, so I can leave my people
askin' Why? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off
Answer my before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

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 life for the
Dear Lord, youve took so 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 Phantom with caution
You see 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And I no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon

So eat black 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 helped me sell my dream, we can share my now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
the good life, me and Common on common ground

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

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 for the night
Lord, youve took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My

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

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

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, took so many of my people
But Im just why
You havent my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
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