Luyện nghe bài hát My My My

And shootin', I must be on top
(It's up here)
We coopin', we must be inta
Some hard shit that cost a quarter mill a pop
It makes me laugh, ha, life is so

How I would get the cash, I become so
Cop the fast cars that with the trip tonic panel
I live the that's filled with the jealousy
Doomed from the start, it's like we born a felony

the longevity, we in the place
Where best become enemies
And niggas got the tendency
You watch what you wish for
I to God it's on a switchboard
When I'm to say a prayer

And I'm callin', hope You Lord
See it's my position Lord
Gotta me smokin' on this while I'm lookin' at the sky
Make it rain so I the doves cry

Lord, do You hear me
When I'm at the sky?
I hope You can hear I'm saying
like my, my, my

I'm not complaining
But it makes me cry
I You can see what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my, like my, my, my

God ain't cryin' when the sky starts to rain
That must you and God in poppin' champagne
And speakin' of the shams, remember in
You got pussy, it was your first trip with me

We was hard too many bottles up in free-vay
You was crazy with my Haitian man t-sway
Pass on the twins, I had teesh fer like 3 days
And I forget you b-day

We had dead body tap, we was deeper aye
And now I'm just wishin' I could see a nigga
And they bang, bang, did you get it with 'em yet?
And it's a shame because niggas still upset

Like chita chala, God musta needed
I think about the street dream, saw how we born
But now all I got is the memories of two soldiers
That are friends of me

Lord do You me praying
I'm lookin' at the sky?
I You can hear what I'm saying
like my, my, my

I'm not really
But it me wanna cry
I know You can see what I'm
like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my

To tell you the truth, I ain't doin' the best
I'm tryin' to keep a mind movin' through the stress
I'm to stay afloat, they say I'm doin' the most
I'm doin' way too much, I'm playin' to close

I'm think the thought of goin' back to court
For the little games I really should avoid
But it's the calculator on how we make the chip
Realizin' if I slip, a bottomless pit

If you'd a filled my shoes, would you a mile?
Let the media tear you and turn around and smile
I God that I'm alive to see a black president
We screamin' 'Yes, we but that won't change the deficit
That ain't even the best of it
You catch me in the streets, I will surely you the rest of it

Lord do You hear me
When I'm at the sky?
I hope You can hear what I'm
like my, my, my

I'm not complaining
But it makes me cry
I know You can see what I'm
It's like my, my, my, it's my, my, my