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 bread some
left at 15, had no American dreams
To this day, I'm sellin' to my cousin who's a

No one to me but my older brother
Little did we know the dirt we did fell 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 pray to God and ask Him to my cord
times is hard like the [Incomprehensible] street'll 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 every now and then I blessed her a hit
So she don't have to trick, prevalent amongst kids today
Hustle krills, stack and every thing's okay

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

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

Holdin' the household, barely had money to fold
Christmas time, cherished our little like gold
I can't front, Daddy was still if, we 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 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 that was falsely framed
For all our that's livin' the name

the emancipation proclamation
Under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and
the emancipation proclamation
Under the self guidelines of self preservation and starvation

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 everyday
Police all over my back, feel bustin' them jerks
When I'm on my road to the riches, I stay from snitches
And them bitches and keep my mind on

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

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

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

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

From the cradle to the
We all in the struggle, we gon' struggle, we strive to stay alive
All my people know what I'm talkin' about
Watch other backs
Word up, my life is nothin' my niggas, word up