Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

I'ma you back to day one, livin' in this New York slum
It's to the dumb, only break bread with some
Moms left at 15, had no American
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 dirt we did fell on my mother
But didn't back then, that's why she left like that
Now my parents became the street and it's best that

Some nights I to God and ask Him to pull my cord
'Cuz times is hard like the [Incomprehensible] street'll leave you
Street wise no respect for authority and shit
A chronic of crack, a typical bitch

by Madu, who strung out on a glass dick
But every now and then I blessed her a hit
So she don't to trick, it's prevalent amongst kids today
Hustle krills, stack dough and thing's okay

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

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

Holdin' down the household, had money to fold
Christmas time, cherished our shit like gold
I front, Daddy was still if, we cared for me
But him and Mommy up was like a nightmare to me

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

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

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

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

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

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

It gets than the words of Proverbs
New thoughts as I cop the squat on the curb
Thinkin' the herb my brain like spinach
And heavy shine, flooded with ice might boost my self

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

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

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