Luyện nghe bài hát My My My

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause God ain't cryin' when the sky to rain
must you and God in heaven poppin' champagne
And speakin' of the shams, in Miami
You got bent pussy, it was first trip with me

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

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

Like chala, God musta needed y'all
I think the street dream, saw how we were 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 lookin' at the
I hope You can hear I'm saying
like my, my, my

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

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

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

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

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