Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I sacrafice my
Just to bring my mama to life
Just to my father back to life
Just to my potnas back to life
My father hustled slangin' slabs at
That got my mama to crack and pipe
Raised in the 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck sleepin' on the floor with an
Me and my sister to buckshots and flashin' lights
My father been in jail his life
Became a geurrilla family soulja
taught me how to slang it right
Considered me a bastard
Family be the back type
My cousin's to have me blasted twice
Y'all niggas live the average
Raised in the hills with the wife, then gangsta when ya grab the mic
Nigga I only spit the of life
From homeless to sleepin' on them mats at nights
To prayin' for my parents in the
I still hear whispers, shiver
Still bein' a filthy ass field nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes Goodwill nigga
Salvation Army to eat my next meal nigga
Where they slang to pay the bills
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with them real
Drug with wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga
Lived off stamps and medicare stickers
The first and fifthtenth was like Thanksgivin and Christmas
Cause the only time we fitted with food up in the kitchen
Little and girls listen
I got so many in this world missin' for tryna twirl chickens
Where they to pack berattas, stack cheddar
the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole was down for whatever
Protected by three letters, crazy Micheal Shellers
Fool I been round niggas was screamin' rollers
Comin' finham
When Felix Mitchell the block didown
I'm from the were niggas get killed and shot
While the neighbors sit in the and watch, don't call the cops
I'm from the block were the twelve year old is gotta pops
To support my mama and sister, gotta rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, from cops hoppin' fences
Relentless dreams of havin' a mansion mobbin'
I used to have visions I copped my first sentence
For a eleven, three, fifty tossed me a I straight pimped it
An I lost ramps, doin' time at camp
Rollin' for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out a plan, call Garick my man
They whole time I was locked I wrote shit Ice Cream Man
An that's a I call Knumskull my nigga
Lets call the group the Lunitoonz lets make this scrilla
Hooked up with Chris Hicks and Dru Down my
Dropped this I'm still slangin' pounds and zippers
Then the first underground album around niggas
Like Teddy 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 seran wrap, money rubberband
album goes gold they can't stand that
In 95 the my pops died
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
I was smokin' and hav-a-tampa's to the wood it was all good
I been around the world and back fuck small hood
I'm ball and have it all playa we all should
I started off broke as fuck, nigga no way to go but up
Now I'm in a Rover truck, dro, never sobered up
Drinkin' X-O until I throw it up, nobody can like Yuk
Hooked up Rap-A-Lot nigga blow shit up
80 Thousand the first week put them posters up
Tha first with platinum teeth on the west coast is Yuk
Niggas probaly get smoked for standin' close to Yuk
I'm blessed a son and daughter
It's the reincarnation of my mother and father comtinue the saga
My wife be like a gift heaven
I would have been my wrist and jumped off a cliff
stressin' maldepression
Life is like a big ass lesson we all go
Friends you was close to all of a sudden to smoke you
all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I knew since pre-school
His mama and my mama used to be
We from the street too
That's why I creep through
Niggas who rob you and try to kill you yo peoples
Niggas who beat you desert eagles ain't yo peoples
Niggas who jack you for them that ain't yo peoples
But ain't gonna be no sequel cause next time I'm show em somethin'
Make it out the hood, niggas act like you owe em
Niggas want you to em somethin'
I've been robbed, stuffed in a then
Dumped in a alleyway head lookin' like a pumpkin'
for fuckin' my own cousins
I ask the why I'm the worlds most hated
Like Pac they a nigga assassinated
Judges give me hundred G for fake ass cases
out, can't be faded, rock platinum bracelets
Hair braided, jewelry Sammie Davis in Vegas
Smellin' like of sticky shit rolled in vega's
Havin' paper comes a shit load of haters
why my only friend is my lord and savior
Fuck them