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, only break bread some
Moms at 15, had no American dreams
To this day, I'm sellin' to my cousin who's a

No one to me but my older 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 it's best like

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

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

It's the proclamation
Under the self devised of self preservation and starvation
It's the emancipation
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 Daddy left, shit was a mess, Momma
But I give her an award, 'cuz damn, she her best

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

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

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

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

Let me show, I gotta L.O.D., they put me under 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, havin' to do dirt
Police all over my back, feel like them jerks
When I'm on my road to the riches, I stay from snitches
And them bitches and my mind on business

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

Stick 'em, my is so real, it hurts
Like I saw my pops bein' driven 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 when we got free from the church
then it was DJ Red Alert and Kool Herc
Rockin' Lee's and in Tigra shirts
Back then L.O.D. was puttin' in

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