Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

I'ma take you back to day one, livin' in this New York
It's deaf to the dumb, only break bread 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
Little did we the dirt we did fell back on my mother
But care back 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 my cord
'Cuz times is hard the [Incomprehensible] street'll leave you scarred
wise with no respect for authority and shit
A hustler of crack, a typical bitch

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

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

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

Holdin' the household, barely had money to fold
Christmas time, cherished our little shit gold
I can't front, was still 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 nothin' if it ain't to others
We gotta make the best out of 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 that was falsely
For all our peoples livin' the name

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

Let me show, I gotta L.O.D., they put me under 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 keep it it or not

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

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

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

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

Like on Thanksgiving when we got free food from the
Back then it was DJ Red Alert and Kool
pinstripe Lee's and in Tigra shirts
Back then L.O.D. was puttin' in

From the cradle to the
We all in the struggle, we gon' struggle, we gon' strive to stay
All my real people know what I'm talkin'
Watch each other
up, my life is nothin' without my niggas, word up