Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' 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 taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My

Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
Take me from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me
Like I on cocaine
Or take me like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Jesus
for no fuckin' reason
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 Roc-a-fella needed
I needed my father, but he needed a needle
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 Desert Eagle

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You grindin' til you tired"
So I'm with my eyes 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 Phantom doors caution
You see them 24's I earned them
And I no preacher but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat black music and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race now
Sometimes I about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye smile
Damn, I know his momma
And since you me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and 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 like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, 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 so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

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

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

(My Life)