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
Moms at 15, had no American dreams
To this day, I'm sellin' to my cousin a fiend

No one to me but my older brother
Little did we know the we did fell back on my mother
But didn't back then, that's why she left like that
Now my parents became the street and it's like that

nights I pray to God and ask Him to pull my cord
'Cuz times is hard like the street'll leave you scarred
Street with no respect for authority and shit
A chronic hustler of crack, a bitch

Raised by Madu, who out on a glass 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 emancipation
the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation
It's the proclamation
Under the self devised of self preservation and starvation

My life in this world about diamonds and pearls
It was rough growin' up the boys and girls
After Daddy left, shit was a mess, Momma
But I give her an award, 'cuz damn, she her best

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

Yo, is for the younger fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
Success is if it ain't 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 deal with the
For all our people that was in vain
For all our peoples that was falsely
For all our that's livin' the name

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

Let me show, I gotta love L.O.D., they put me the wing
And then I teamed up with the most 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, havin' to do everyday
Police all over my back, feel like bustin' them
When I'm on my road to the riches, I away from snitches
And them bitches and my mind on business

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

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

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

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

From the to the grave
We all in the struggle, we gon' struggle, we strive to stay alive
All my real people know what I'm talkin'
Watch other backs
Word up, my life is nothin' my niggas, word up