Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

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

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

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

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

My life in this world about diamonds and pearls
It was rough up around the boys and girls
After left, shit was a mess, Momma stressed
But I give her an award, 'cuz damn, she tried her

Holdin' down the household, had money to fold
Christmas time, cherished our little shit like
I front, Daddy was still 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, and brothers
is nothin' if it ain't influential to others
We gotta make the best out of terrible situation
If not for us, for the younger

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 peoples that's livin' the

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

Let me show, I love L.O.D., they put me under the wing
And then I up with the most beautiful thing
In the world, L.O.D. we all, we got
I'ma fans and my 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 stay away from
And them bitches and keep my on business

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

It gets deeper than the 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

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

Like on when we got free food 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 in work

From the to the grave
We all in the struggle, we gon' struggle, we gon' strive to stay
All my real know what I'm talkin' about
Watch each backs
Word up, my is nothin' without my niggas, word up