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, only break bread with
left at 15, had no American dreams
To this day, I'm sellin' to my cousin a fiend

No one to guide me but my brother
Little did we know the dirt we did back on my mother
But didn't care back then, that's why she like that
Now my parents became the street and best like that

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

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

the emancipation proclamation
Under the self devised guidelines of self and starvation
the emancipation proclamation
Under the self devised guidelines of self and starvation

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

down the household, barely had money to fold
Christmas time, cherished our little like gold
I can't front, Daddy was still if, we for me
But him and breakin' 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 generation

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

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

Let me show, I gotta love L.O.D., they put me the wing
And then I teamed up with the 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 bustin' them jerks
When I'm on my road to the riches, I stay away from
And them bitches and keep my mind on

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

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

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

Like on when we got free food from the church
then 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 cradle to the
We all in the struggle, we gon' struggle, we gon' strive to alive
All my real people what I'm talkin' about
each other backs
Word up, my is nothin' without my niggas, word up