Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You ain't 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 people but I'm wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

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

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 but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
what the hell 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 here's my Erick
So eat this black and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, my face down
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my we can share my momma now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
the "Good Life", me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and niggas could it out of town
Got a Chris mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be empty a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds

And I'm til I'm attacked
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
Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like the hell 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
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target
My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider 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 that new could
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the
But it's real niggas like me, make the hood
Ridin' in that Phantom just the way I should
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
Even if they brought the nigga back
I'd still keep this cocked back

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

(My Life)