Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

[The
The hazing has
Take me away from the hood a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
Take me away, like I overdosed on
Take me away like a bullet from Kurt
Suicide (Suicide..suicide..), I'm from a city, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
That was Jesus shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces (My Life x3)
that's Jesus people and Game needs the equal
Hated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My x3)
I some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' ""Why"? Why did John Lennon The Beatles?"
And why every hood nigga off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Eagle
Wayne]
And I'm till I'm tired
say you ain't grindin' till you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
Looking to find, a way the day, a life 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 the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

2]
We are not the same, I am a
So my Phantom doors with caution (caution)
You see 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned
So there ain't no proof that I ever through 8 Mile
And since ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my down
Then I see my 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 MJB, no more drama now
Livin' the life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never bounds
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 grindin' till you tired
So I'm with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a of the night
Dear Lord you've done took so many of my people but I'm wonderin' why
You taken my life (x3)
Like what the hell am I right? ( x3)

3]
(My Life x3) Walk the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The beams on, me and Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider hood
I'm from the that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton.... Compton...)
Made my pray for good
And made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes Could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
They took so of my niggas that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me that made the
Ridin' slow with that just the way I should (My Life x3)
the top back in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full; the nigga Alpo couldn't that
if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd keep this motherfucker cocked back
[Lil'
And I'm grindin' till I'm
They say you ain't 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 so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life (x3)
Like what the hell am I right? ( x3)

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