Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

And I'm grindin' till I'm
They say you grindin' till you tired
So I'm grindin' my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the
Dear Lord done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life (x3)
Like what the hell am I right? ( x3)

Game]
The hazing has
Take me away the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away the hood in the casket or a Bentley
me away, like I overdosed on cocaine
Take me away a bullet from Kurt Cobaine
Suicide (Suicide..suicide..), I'm a windy city, like "Do or Die"
a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces (My Life x3)
'Cause Jesus people and Game needs the equal
on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My x3)
I need meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' ""Why"? Why did Lennon leave The Beatles?"
And why every hood nigga feed off
Answer my question before this bullet leave Desert Eagle
Wayne]
And I'm till I'm tired
They say you ain't grindin' till you
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
Looking to find, a way through the day, a of the night
Lord you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my (x3)
Like what the hell am I right? ( x3)

2]
We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors caution (caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I them
And all the pictures of me and Em, I them
So there ain't no proof I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since there ain't no Proof, I never walked 8 Mile
Sometimes I think my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that smile (My Life x3)
Damn, I know his momma's
And you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, no more now
Livin' the good life, me and on common ground
I spit crack and could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds. (Gunshots)
Wayne]
And I'm grindin' I'm tired
They say you ain't grindin' till you
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you've took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my (x3)
Like what the am I doing right? ( x3)

3]
(My Life x3) Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala in front
The high on, me and Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin' at of Don Imus for target practice
My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton.... Compton...)
my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, I bet that new Mercedes Could (My Life x3)
no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me that the hood
Ridin' slow that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full; the nigga Alpo couldn't that
Even if they brought the 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked
Wayne]
And I'm till I'm tired
say you ain't grindin' till you tired
So I'm grindin' with my wide
to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you've done took so many of my but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life (x3)
Like what the hell am I doing ( x3)

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