Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me
I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet Kurt Cobain
(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'
And you wonder why Kanye Jesus pieces?
that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the
on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a
I some meditation, so I can leave my people
They "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my 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 haven't my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin' I them
And I ain't no preacher but my Erick Sermon
So eat black music and tell 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 sons and put on that Kanye
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B.: "No Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and on common ground
I crack, and niggas could drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a without a round
Now my full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds

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

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the Devil chronic blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target
My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers of Suge
Made my grandmother 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 hate the hood
But it's niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that just the way I should
the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga couldn't stop that
Even if they the nigga 'Pac back
I'd keep this motherfucker cocked back

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
Looking to find, a way 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 taken my
what the hell am I doing right?
My

(My Life)