Luyện nghe bài hát My Life (Remix)

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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

A life for the
Dear Lord, done took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
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me away from the hood 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 from Kurt

Suicide, I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Jesus shot for no fuckin' reason
And you why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
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'Cause that's Jesus people and The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" a sequel
Yeah, like needed Sigel
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?
my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

And Im grindin Im tired
say, "You aint 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 right?
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We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors with
You see them 24's spinnin'? I them
And I no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon

So eat black music, and tell me how it taste, now
And Jesse Jackson 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 me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
the good life, me and Common on common ground

I crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock a round
Now my life full, like a with a thousand rounds

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

A life for the
Dear Lord, youve done so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You taken my life?
what the hell 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 blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin at of Don Imus for target practice

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

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

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