Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

I'ma take you back to day one, livin' in New York slum
It's deaf to the dumb, break bread with some
Moms left at 15, had no dreams
To this day, I'm sellin' to my cousin who's a

No one to guide me but my older
Little did we know the we did fell back on my mother
But care back then, that's why she left like that
Now my parents became the street and it's best like

Some I pray to God and ask Him to pull my cord
'Cuz times is hard like the [Incomprehensible] leave you scarred
Street wise with no for authority and shit
A chronic hustler of crack, a typical

Raised by Madu, who strung out on a dick
But every now and I blessed her with a hit
So she have to trick, it's prevalent amongst kids today
Hustle krills, stack dough and thing's okay

It's the proclamation
the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation
It's the emancipation
Under the devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation

My in this world wasn't about diamonds and pearls
It was growin' up around the boys and girls
After Daddy left, was a mess, Momma stressed
But I give her an award, 'cuz damn, she tried her

Holdin' down the household, barely had money to
time, cherished our little shit like gold
I can't front, Daddy was if, we cared for me
But him and breakin' up was like a nightmare to me

Yo, this is for the younger fathers and mothers, and brothers
Success is nothin' if it ain't influential to
We gotta make the best out of this terrible
If not for us, for the generation

We break the chain and deal with the pain
For all our that was slayed in vain
For all our peoples was falsely framed
For all our that's livin' the name

It's the emancipation
Under the self guidelines of self preservation and starvation
It's the proclamation
the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation

Let me show, I gotta love L.O.D., put me under the wing
And then I teamed up with the most thing
In the world, L.O.D. we all, we got
I'ma fans and my mans it like it or not

I know it hurts, havin' to do dirt
all over my back, feel like bustin' them jerks
When I'm on my to the riches, I stay away from snitches
And them bitches and my mind on business

Life was tough so I aggressive like a pit
The only I felt relaxed was when the blunt was lit
Thinkin' me and my team can be tight the Gambino
Muscle in the hustle scene, respected like

It gets deeper the words of Proverbs
New emerge as I cop the squat on the curb
Thinkin' the herb strengthen my like spinach
And heavy shine, with ice might boost my self image

'em, my life is so real, it hurts
Like when I saw my bein' driven off in a hearse
Like I saw my mother bein' driven off in a hearse
Like in school when the roach out my shirt

Like on Thanksgiving when we got free food from the
Back it was DJ Red Alert and Kool Herc
Rockin' pinstripe Lee's and in shirts
Back L.O.D. was puttin' in work

From the to the grave
We all in the struggle, we gon' struggle, we gon' strive to alive
All my people know what I'm talkin' about
Watch other backs
Word up, my is nothin' without my niggas, word up