Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

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

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

Raised by Madu, who strung out on a dick
But every now and then I her with a hit
So she have to trick, it's prevalent amongst kids today
Hustle krills, stack dough and every okay

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

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

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

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

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

It's the emancipation
Under the self devised guidelines of preservation and starvation
It's the emancipation
the self 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, like 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 aggressive like a pit
The only time I relaxed was when the blunt was lit
me and my team can be tight like the Gambino
Muscle in the hustle scene, respected like

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

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

Like on Thanksgiving we got free food from the church
Back then it was DJ Red 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 alive
All my real know what I'm talkin' about
Watch other backs
Word up, my life is without my niggas, word up