Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I sacrafice my
Just to bring my mama to life
Just to bring my back to life
Just to bring my potnas to life
My father hustled slabs at night
That got my mama addicted to and pipe
in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck sleepin' on the with an appetite
Me and my sister awake to buckshots and lights
My father been in jail his life
Became a black geurrilla soulja
me how to slang blast it right
Considered me a bastard
be the back stabbin' type
My cousin's tried to have me twice
Y'all niggas live the life
Raised in the hills with the wife, then turn gangsta when ya the mic
Nigga I only spit the of life
From bein' homeless to sleepin' on them mats at
To prayin' for my in the afterlife
I hear whispers, still shiver
remember bein' a filthy ass field nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes from Goodwill
Salvation Army just to eat my meal nigga
they slang to pay the bills nigga
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with real killas
Drug dealers with 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 that's the only time we fitted with food up in the
Little boys and listen
I got so many in this world missin' for tryna twirl chickens
Where taught to pack berattas, stack cheddar
When the was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for
Protected by letters, crazy like Micheal Shellers
Fool I been round niggas was screamin' rollers
down finham
When Felix shut 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 from the were the twelve year old is gotta play pops
To support my and sister, gotta slang rocks
Aim glocks, dodge shots, runnin' from cops hoppin' fences
Relentless of havin' a mansion mobbin' Benzes
I used to have visions until I copped my first
For a eleven, three, fifty me a year I straight pimped it
An I lost several ramps, doin' at camp
Rollin' for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out with a plan, call my man
They whole I was locked I wrote shit like Ice Cream Man
An that's a ringup I call my nigga
call the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make this scrilla
Hooked up with Chris Hicks and Dru Down my
Dropped this I'm still slangin' pounds and zippers
dropped the first underground album around niggas
Like Teddy and Supa Side them down niggas
Around the same time my died so tragic
I'm in with gats up under the mats, cracked wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, b-12, and seran wrap, rubberband wrapped
Second album goes gold they can't that
In 95 the year my died
Start in 96 when Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, catchin' hawkeyes
Now my members tryna Suge Knight me
The whole Ville sheisty but now them mothafuckas don't me
When I was it was all good
When I was and hav-a-tampa's to the wood it was all good
I been the world and back fuck this small hood
I'm tryna ball and it all playa we all should
I started off broke as fuck, ain't no way to go but up
Now I'm in a Rover truck, dro, never sobered up
Drinkin' X-O I throw it up, nobody can flow like Yuk
Hooked up with Rap-A-Lot nigga shit up
80 Thousand the first week nigga put posters up
Tha first nigga with platinum teeth on the coast is Yuk
probaly get smoked just for standin' close to Yuk
I'm with a son and daughter
like the reincarnation of my mother and father comtinue the saga
My wife be like a gift from
I would have been slit my and jumped off a cliff
stressin' maldepression
Life is like a big ass lesson we all go
you was close to all of a sudden want to smoke you
They all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I knew since
His mama and my mama to be cool
We the same street too
That's why I creep through
Niggas who rob you and try to kill you yo peoples
Niggas who beat you with desert ain't yo peoples
Niggas who jack you for them kilos ain't yo peoples
But ain't gonna be no sequel cause next time I'm show em somethin'
Make it out the hood, act like you owe em somethin'
Niggas want you to throw em
I've been robbed, stuffed in a trunk
Dumped in a alleyway head lookin' like a pumpkin'
for fuckin' my own cousins
I ask the lord why I'm the most hated
Like Pac they a nigga assassinated
Judges give me hundred G bonds for fake ass
Bail out, can't be faded, rock platinum
Hair braided, jewelry Sammie Davis in Vegas
Smellin' like acres of sticky rolled in vega's
paper comes with a shit load of haters
That's why my friend is my lord and savior
them haters