Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

No one to me but my older brother
Little did we know the dirt we did back on my mother
But didn't care 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 pull my
'Cuz times is hard like the [Incomprehensible] street'll leave you
Street wise no respect for authority and shit
A chronic hustler of crack, a bitch

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

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

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

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

Yo, this is for the younger 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 younger

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

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

Let me show, I gotta love L.O.D., put me under the wing
And then I teamed up the most beautiful thing
In the world, L.O.D. we all, we got
fans 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 time I felt relaxed was when the was lit
Thinkin' me and my team can be like the Gambino
in the hustle scene, respected like Nino

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

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

Like on Thanksgiving when we got free from the church
Back it was DJ Red Alert and Kool Herc
pinstripe 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 what I'm talkin'
Watch other backs
Word up, my is nothin' without my niggas, word up