Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My

Take me away from the hood a state penitentiary
me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me
Like I overdosed on
Or take me away a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus
Cause that's people
And The Game, the equal
on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed
Like I my father, but he needed a needle
I need some meditation, so I can leave my
They askin' "Why?" Why did John leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Eagle

And I'm til I'm attacked
say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my wide
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin' I them
And I ain't no preacher but my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson it ain't about race now
Sometimes I about my life, with my face down
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his proud
And since you me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B.: "No Drama" now
the "Good Life", me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and niggas drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm out of bounds
My life used to be empty a Glock without a round
Now my full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds

And I'm til I'm attacked
say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

Walk through the of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers of Suge
my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet new Mercedes could
Ain't no bars, but niggas escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should the hood
But real niggas like me, that make the hood
slow in that Phantom just the way I should
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga back
I'd keep this motherfucker cocked back

And I'm til I'm attacked
say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

(My Life)