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 Im tired
They say, "You aint grindin 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 just why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
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Take me away from the hood like a state
Take me away the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me like a bullet from Kurt Cobain

Suicide, I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Jesus shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye 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, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I my father, but he needed 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?
Answer my before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

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

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

So eat this black music, and me how it taste, now
And fuck Jackson cause it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face
I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
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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
Livin the life, me and Common on common ground

I spit and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock a round
Now my life full, a chopper with a thousand rounds

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

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

My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton)
my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, but I bet that new could
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Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that the hood
slow 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 nigga Alpo couldn't that
Even if they brought the nigga back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

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

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