Luyện nghe bài hát My Life (Remix)

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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

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

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

Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block close to Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces?
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'Cause that's Jesus people and The Game, 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
My

I need some meditation, so I can my people
askin' Why? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave Desert Eagle

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

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

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom with caution
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick

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 and put on that Kanye smile
My

Damn, I know his momma's
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and Common on ground

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

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

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

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in
the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target

My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers of Suge
(Compton)
Made my grandmother pray for
And never made her happy, but I bet that new could
My

Ain't no bars, but niggas escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, I should hate the hood
But real niggas like me, that make the hood
slow in that Phantom just the way I should
My

the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 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 life for the
Dear Lord, youve done took so many of my
But Im wonderin why
You havent my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
My
My
My
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