Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

I'ma take you back to day one, in this New York slum
It's deaf to the dumb, only 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 we did fell back on my mother
But didn't care back then, why she left like that
Now my parents the street and it's best like that

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, this is for the younger 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 generation

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

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

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

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

Life was tough so I became like a pit
The only time I felt was when the blunt was lit
Thinkin' me and my team can be tight the Gambino
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 strengthen my brain like
And heavy shine, with ice might boost my self image

'em, my life is so real, it hurts
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 out my shirt

Like on Thanksgiving when we got free from the church
Back then it was DJ Red and Kool Herc
Rockin' pinstripe and in Tigra shirts
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 stay
All my real people what I'm talkin' about
Watch each backs
up, my life is nothin' without my niggas, word up