Luyện nghe bài hát My My My

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

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

the longevity, we in the place
Where best become enemies
And foul got the tendency
You gotta watch you wish for
I hope to God on a switchboard
I'm tryin' to say a prayer

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

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

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

'Cause God cryin' when the sky starts to rain
That must you and God in heaven poppin'
And of the shams, remember in Miami
You got bent pussy, it was your first trip me

We was goin' hard too bottles up in free-vay
You was goin' with my Haitian man t-sway
Pass that on the twins, I had teesh fer like 3
And I forget you b-day

We had dead tap, we was deeper than aye
And now I'm just wishin' I see a nigga face
And they kill bang, bang, did you get it with 'em
And it's a damn shame niggas still upset

Like chala, God musta needed y'all
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 hear me
I'm lookin' at the sky?
I You can hear what I'm saying
It's my, my, my

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

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

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

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

do You hear me praying
When I'm at the sky?
I You can hear what I'm saying
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