Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

Take me from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
me away
Like I overdosed on
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt
(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 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 Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a
I need meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' "Why?" Why did Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off
Answer my question before bullet leave this Desert Eagle

And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
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 doing
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution
You see them 24's I earned them
And I ain't no but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and tell me how it now
And Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his proud
And you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on ground
I crack, and niggas could drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul state, I'm never out of bounds
My life to be empty like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You grindin' 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 so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My

through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it a Raider hood
I'm the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
my grandmother pray for good
And made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could
Ain't no bars, but niggas escape the hood
They took so of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom the way I should
the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga couldn't stop that
Even if brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker back

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 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)