Luyện nghe bài hát My Life (Remix)

Punk ass mothafucka, get ass up
What chu was goin do, kill me in my sleep you bitch ass
Tupac, Biggie! the fuck up! Fucking dogs barking and shit

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

And Im until Im tired
They say, "You aint until you tired"
So Im grindin my eyes wide
Looking to a way through the day

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve done so many of my people
But Im just why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
Take me away like I overdosed on
Or take me away like a bullet Kurt Cobain

Suicide, I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
That was Jesus shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces?
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'Cause Jesus people and The Game, he's the equal
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
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I need some meditation, so I can leave my
They Why? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet this Desert Eagle

And Im grindin Im tired
They say, "You aint grindin you tired"
So Im with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way the day

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You taken my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors with
You see 24's 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 it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye
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Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can my momma now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and on common ground

I crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand

And Im grindin Im tired
They say, "You grindin until you tired"
So Im with my eyes wide
to find a way through the day

A life for the
Dear Lord, youve done so many of my people
But Im just why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala in front
With the high beams on, me and the Devil chronic blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin at pictures of Don for target practice

My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a hood
I'm from the that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton)
my grandmother pray for good
And never her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could
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Ain't no bars, but niggas can't the hood
They took so of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom the way I should
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the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
Even if they the nigga 'Pac back
I'd keep this motherfucker cocked back

And Im grindin Im tired
say, "You aint grindin until you tired"
So Im grindin my eyes wide
Looking to a way through the day

A life for the
Lord, youve done took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent taken my
Like the hell am I doing right?
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