Luyện nghe bài hát My Life (Remix)

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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

And Im grindin 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 took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
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Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away like I on cocaine
Or take me away like a from Kurt Cobain

Suicide, I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
From a block to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no reason
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces?
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'Cause that's people and The Game, he's the equal
on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like needed Sigel
I needed my father, but he needed a needle
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I need some meditation, so I can leave my
They askin' Why? Why did John Lennon The Beatles?
And why hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

And Im until Im tired
They say, "You grindin until 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 just why
You taken my life?
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 I earned them
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 it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I about my life with my face down
I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
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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
the good life, me and Common on common ground

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

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
Lord, youve done took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
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Walk the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high 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 a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers of Suge
(Compton)
Made my pray for good
And made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could
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Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
They took so of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real 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 stop that
Even if they brought the 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker back

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