Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

No one to guide me but my brother
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 best like that

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

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

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

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

Holdin' down the household, barely had money to
Christmas time, cherished our little like gold
I front, Daddy was still if, we cared 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 make the best out of this terrible situation
If not for us, for the younger

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

It's the emancipation
Under the self 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 then I teamed up with the most thing
In the world, L.O.D. we all, we got
I'ma fans and my 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 to the riches, I stay away from snitches
And them bitches and keep my mind on

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

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

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

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

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