Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

And I'm grindin' till I'm
say you ain't grindin' till you tired
So I'm grindin' with my wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the
Dear Lord you've done took so many of my but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life (x3)
Like the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

Game]
The hazing has
Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
Take me away the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away, like I on cocaine
Take me away like a bullet Kurt Cobaine
Suicide (Suicide..suicide..), I'm from a city, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces (My x3)
'Cause that's people and Game needs the equal
Hated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed
Like I needed my father, but he a needle (My Life x3)
I need some meditation, so I can my people
They askin' ""Why"? Why did John leave The Beatles?"
And why hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
[Lil'
And I'm grindin' I'm tired
They say you ain't till you tired
So I'm grindin' my eyes wide
to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you've done took so of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life (x3)
Like the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

2]
We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors caution (caution)
You see them spinnin'? I earned them
And all the pictures of me and Em, I them
So there ain't no that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since there ain't no Proof, I walked through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my down
I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life x3)
Damn, I his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can my momma now
And like MJB, no drama now
the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta
My life used to be empty a glock without a round
Now my full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds. (Gunshots)
[Lil'
And I'm grindin' I'm tired
They say you ain't till you tired
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 taken my life (x3)
Like the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

3]
(My Life x3) Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala in front
The high beams on, me and share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton.... Compton...)
my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes Could (My x3)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
They took so many of my niggas that I should hate the
But it's real niggas me that made the hood
Ridin' slow with that just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top in my Sox hat
I'm in full; the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the 'Pac back
I'd still this motherfucker cocked back
[Lil'
And I'm grindin' I'm tired
They say you grindin' till you tired
So I'm with my eyes wide
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 my life (x3)
Like the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

(My x 3)
(My x 3)
(My x 3)