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 type shit that cost a mill a pop
It makes me laugh, ha, life is so

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

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

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

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 complaining
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 champagne
And speakin' of the shams, in Miami
You got pussy, it was your first trip with me

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

We had dead body tap, we was deeper aye
And now I'm just wishin' I could see a face
And they kill bang, bang, did you get it with 'em
And it's a damn 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 great
are dear friends of me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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