Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

Yeah, yeah
G. Rap gangsta
(My nigga)

All of my life, I
be thuggin' with you
Thug it out baby, thug it out
Don't stop 'til I die for
I'll be keepin' it
Yeah yeah yeah

Yo, yo
Giancanna, the name break it down and plain
from a small chimp in the game to gorilla king pimpin' the game
Know how to tempt dames to in the Range
Hit the to pitch rocks, the strength of the name

Limp with a cane, lactosin' for the king
We pack toast expend from the flames, my aim
Strictly about that bread pop blocks red hot
(Y'know)
From feds and cops, lookin' for rock bottles with red

Tradin' lead with dreadlocks
Infrared dots 'til head drop, we fled spots
Word on the curb is when it came to birds we flocks
(No doubt)
No tellin' the bloodshed stop, glide 'til the sled stop

Copped the latest hot flavor in them crocs and gators
Somebody riff, pop the bravest
Out of town in whips I got from Avis, drop knots in Vegas
My plot for was crock pots of wafers

All of my life, I
I'll be with you
Thug it out baby, thug it out
stop 'til I die for this
I'll be keepin' it
Yeah yeah yeah

Nigga into warm rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons
Half-naked bitches to tunes
(Uh-huh)
Marble floor to the terrace nigga, glance at the
Play the jacuzzi your hands get blue

tight, bright as the white sands of Cancun
(Yeah)
Skylights up in the ceilings for the to bloom
Nigga we crop grams in dunes, Cuban brand of grandest fumes
Prison that ran balloons

Shut shop from Jan. to June, and still cop land in the boons
Fuck in tanning rooms
Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, built do
Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk

If I stack a nigga cap get peeled loose
Word to them cats that died on the street, spilled juice
So where that Don be? In the breeze in the palm trees
(Right here)
Bomb G the arm piece

Livin' in harmony, coke pharmacy
Bulletproof armory, school of the hard honory
the jackpot like laundry
Fuckin' Don of the year nominee,

All of my life, I
I'll be thuggin' you
Thug it out baby, thug it out
Don't 'til I die for this
I'll be keepin' it
Yeah yeah yeah

All of my life, I
I'll be with you
it out baby, thug it out baby
Don't stop 'til I die for
be keepin' it true
Yeah yeah yeah

G. Rap
What, shit, Queens clicks
What,
Yeah, thug shit, clicks
Thug shit, clicks
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