Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

I'ma you back to day one, livin' in this New York slum
It's deaf to the dumb, only break bread 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 older
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 and it's best like that

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

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

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

My life in this world about diamonds 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

Holdin' down the household, 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 breakin' up was like a nightmare to me

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

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

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

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

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

Life was tough so I aggressive like a pit
The only time I felt relaxed was when the was lit
me and my team can be tight like the Gambino
Muscle in the hustle scene, like Nino

It gets deeper than the words of
New emerge as I cop the squat on the curb
Thinkin' the herb strengthen my like spinach
And heavy shine, flooded 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 bein' driven off in a hearse
Like in school when the roach crawl out my

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

From the cradle to the
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 is nothin' without my niggas, word up