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! Fucking dogs and shit

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

And Im grindin Im tired
They say, "You aint 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 wonderin why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
My

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

Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no reason
And you wonder why Kanye Jesus pieces?
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'Cause that's Jesus and The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he a needle
My

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

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

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

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

So eat this black music, and me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't race, now
Sometimes I think about my life my face down
I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
My

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

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

And Im grindin until Im
They say, "You aint grindin 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 of my people
But Im just why
You havent my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

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

My mind up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you 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 escape the
They took so many of my niggas, that I should 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 brought the 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker back

And Im grindin until Im
They say, "You aint grindin 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 wonderin why
You havent taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My
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My
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