Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You ain't 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 taken my
Like what the am I doing right?
My

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

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You 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 taken my
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom with caution
You see them spinnin' I earned 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 cause it ain't 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 M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on common
I crack, and niggas could drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm never out of
My life to be empty 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 grindin' with my wide
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done took so of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

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

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You grindin' 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 so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

(My Life)