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 with
Moms left at 15, had no American
To day, I'm sellin' to my cousin who's a fiend

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

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

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

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

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

down 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 Mommy breakin' up was a nightmare to me

Yo, this is for the younger and mothers, sisters 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 chain and with the pain
For all our people was slayed in vain
For all our that was falsely framed
For all our peoples that's livin' the

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

Let me show, I gotta love L.O.D., they put me under the
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, like bustin' them jerks
When I'm on my road to the riches, I away from snitches
And them bitches and keep my on business

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

It gets deeper than the words of
New emerge as I cop the squat on the curb
Thinkin' the strengthen my brain like spinach
And heavy shine, with ice might boost 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' driven off in a
Like in school when the crawl out my shirt

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

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