Luyện nghe bài hát My Life (Remix)

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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

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

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

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

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

So eat this black music, and me how it taste, now
And fuck Jackson cause it ain't about race, now
I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that smile
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Damn, I know his momma's
And since you helped me my dream, we can share my momma now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and Common on ground

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

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

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

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

My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of
(Compton)
Made my 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 of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas 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
Even if they brought the 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

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

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