Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

No one to guide me but my older
did we know the dirt we did fell back on my mother
But didn't care back then, 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] leave you scarred
Street wise with no for authority and shit
A chronic hustler of crack, a typical

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

It's the emancipation
the self devised guidelines 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 the boys and girls
After Daddy left, was a mess, Momma stressed
But I give her an award, 'cuz damn, she tried her

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

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

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

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

Let me show, I gotta love L.O.D., they put me the wing
And then I teamed up the most beautiful thing
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 everyday
Police all over my back, feel like bustin' them
I'm on my road to the riches, I stay away from snitches
And them 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
Thinkin' me and my team can be like the Gambino
Muscle in the hustle scene, respected Nino

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

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

Like on Thanksgiving when we got free from the church
Back then it was DJ Red and Kool Herc
Rockin' pinstripe Lee's and in shirts
Back L.O.D. was puttin' 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 other
up, my life is nothin' without my niggas, word up