Luyện nghe bài hát My Life (Remix)

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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve took so many of my people
But Im just why
You havent taken my
what the hell 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
Take me like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me like a bullet from Kurt Cobain

Suicide, I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
That was Brooklyn's shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus
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that's Jesus people and The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed
Like I needed my father, but he needed a
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I need meditation, so I can leave my people
askin' 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 Im until Im tired
They say, "You aint until you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
Looking to find a way the day

A life for the
Dear Lord, youve done took so of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent 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 them 24's spinnin'? I earned
And I no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon

So eat this music, and tell me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse cause it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye
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Damn, I his momma's proud
And since you helped me my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and Common on ground

I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta
Gotta Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds

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

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

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

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

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

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