Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

Yeah, I mean, M.A.D.E, no mob
Money, Attitude, Direction, and
real shit
Think my hood one time, my hood, it's trippin'
Thinkin' changed, crossed niggaz
Where we go

I'm that two-bedroom apartment, Marcy
5-3-4, that middle building, yeah, they say it me
I'm new to it but me young
Seen it all happen, ain't understand what was
But, all I wanted was the fly kicks, fly
nigga but still kept a fly bitch
And back it was love in the hood
up with ya dog and fuck it, it's all good

Now, I'm in the crib up to go to war with 'em
Same little niggaz I used to steal from the store 'em
I go and get 'em school
Used to take the same bus, same train then we was cool
I broke bread at with 'em
And if left me with two singles, then you know
I'm splittin' one with 'em, we cut school in the I lived in
One floor higher, smokin' and gettin'

Damn, of age, now we locked up north
It was like yesterday we was sports
Went from flippin' on mats now he in the box
Locked twenty-three up a day, he in the max
Ain't no back because this life goes on
We was kids didn't care the rights and wrongs
But, nobody us the ghetto loved us
Streets, the only thing that ever something from us

I lost a friends
But I promised and that if I make it, Im'a see 'em again
I admit, I was as a child
And my mom's aint like none of my friends who use to me Ismhael
My stayed on punishment, mama found out he hustle and
Found couple jacks, her she thought of flushin' it
Me, I'm in the streets I swore, change
My brother caught a 'cause, I up to do the same

all about my days
This is all about my
is all about my pain
This is all my life

This is all about my
This is all about my
is all about my pain
This is all my life

I got my first work, about the age of
My brother fighting a case his was fourteen
Me, still hustlin', not going
My clothes started changin', the started showin'
My right was owing every hoe we know
She represent us through the ghetto hood we know, yeah
He put me on on traffic, though the money was average
I care I learned how to handle that package

Then, a body dropped, O locked for
The it never died, I was left to represent it
Took a nigga out his crib his name I gon' mention it
Know hit home, I know this nigga listenin'
'Cause we was tighter brothers where did the love go
I called your mother my mom's dog, I let the love
This was to be us
You was supposed to have the verse dog
was supposed to be us

And, you I taught you the streets, taught you to pitch in
I gave you gear got you all the bitches
I never you ever cross me dog
If back me down in the corner, get 'em off me dog
Now I see where we went wrong
When I spin through the hood and I see him, I it goin'
Now the ghetto lookin' at me I changed
But, I'm that regular nigga I'm still the same

It's all about my
This is all my nights
is all about my pain
This is all about my

This is all about my
This is all about my
This is all my pain
This is all my life