Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

[Chorus -
If you lived my
You would commit suicide
If you into my eyes of my life
You would straight suicide

Lord I my life
Just to my mama back to life
Just to bring my father to life
Just to my potnas back to life
My father slangin' slabs at night
That got my addicted to crack and pipe
Raised in the 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
as fuck sleepin' on the floor with an appetite
Me and my sister to buckshots and flashin' lights
My father been in jail half his
Became a black geurrilla family
taught me how to slang it right
Considered me a right
be the back stabbin' type
My cousin's tried to have me twice
Y'all niggas live the average
Raised in the hills with the wife, turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
I only spit the facts of life
From homeless to sleepin' on them mats at nights
To for my parents in the afterlife
I still hear whispers, shiver
Still remember bein' a filthy ass field
Payless shoes, clothes from Goodwill nigga
Salvation Army just to eat my meal nigga
Where they slang to pay the bills
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with real killas
Drug dealers with wild figgas, all the of a foul nigga
Lived off food stamps and stickers
The first and fifthtenth was like Thanksgivin and Christmas
Cause that's the only time we fitted with up in the kitchen
boys and girls listen
I got so many homies in this world missin' for twirl chickens
Where they taught to pack berattas, cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and era
goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by three letters, like Micheal Shellers
Fool I been round since niggas was rollers
Comin' down
When Felix Mitchell the block didown
I'm from the block niggas get killed and shot
While the neighbors sit in the window and watch, don't the cops
I'm the block were the twelve year old is gotta play pops
To support my and sister, gotta slang rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, runnin' from cops fences
Relentless dreams of havin' a mansion Benzes
I used to visions until I copped my first sentence
For a eleven, three, tossed me a year I straight pimped it
An I lost several ramps, time at camp
dice for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out a plan, call Garick my man
They time I was locked I wrote shit like Ice Cream Man
An that's a ringup I call my nigga
Lets call the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make this
Hooked up with Chris and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this album I'm still slangin' and zippers
Then dropped the first underground album around
Like Bohana and Supa Side them down niggas
the same time my mama died so tragic
I'm in traffic gats up under the mats, cracked wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, b-12, and wrap, money rubberband wrapped
Second album goes they can't stand that
In 95 the year my pops
ballin' in 96 when Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, catchin' hawkeyes
Now my family members Suge Knight me
The whole sheisty but now them mothafuckas don't like me
When I was broke it was all
When I was smokin' and hav-a-tampa's to the wood it was all
I been the world and back fuck this small hood
I'm tryna ball and it all playa we all should
I started off as fuck, nigga ain't no way to go but up
Now I'm in a truck, smokin' dro, never sobered up
Drinkin' X-O until I it up, nobody can flow like Yuk
Hooked up with Rap-A-Lot nigga blow up
80 Thousand the first week put them posters up
Tha first nigga with platinum teeth on the west is Yuk
Niggas probaly get just for standin' close to Yuk
I'm with a son and daughter
It's like the reincarnation of my mother and father comtinue the
My be like a gift from heaven
I would have been slit my wrist and off a cliff
stressin' maldepression
Life is like a big ass lesson we all go
Friends you was close to all of a sudden want to you
all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I knew since pre-school
His and my mama used to be cool
We from the same too
That's why I don't creep
Niggas who rob you and try to kill you ain't yo
Niggas who beat you with desert ain't yo peoples
Niggas who jack you for kilos that ain't yo peoples
But ain't gonna be no sequel cause time I'm gonna show em somethin'
Make it out the hood, niggas act like you owe em
Niggas want you to throw em
I've been robbed, stuffed in a trunk
Dumped in a fuckin' alleyway lookin' like a pumpkin'
for with my own cousins
I ask the lord why I'm the worlds most
Like Pac they a nigga assassinated
Judges give me hundred G bonds for fake ass
Bail out, can't be faded, rock bracelets
Hair braided, jewelry like Sammie Davis in
Smellin' like acres of sticky rolled in vega's
Havin' paper with a shit load of haters
That's why my only friend is my lord and
them haters