Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I my life
Just to bring my mama back to
Just to bring my back to life
Just to bring my potnas back to
My father hustled slabs at night
That got my addicted to crack and pipe
Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 with no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck on the floor with an appetite
Me and my sister awake to buckshots and lights
My father in jail half his life
Became a black geurrilla family
taught me how to slang it right
Considered me a bastard
Family be the stabbin' type
My cousin's tried to 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 the facts of life
From homeless to sleepin' on them mats at nights
To prayin' for my in the afterlife
I still whispers, still shiver
remember bein' a filthy ass field nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes Goodwill nigga
Salvation Army just to eat my next nigga
Where slang to pay the bills nigga
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' with them real killas
Drug dealers wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga
Lived off food stamps and stickers
The first and fifthtenth was like Thanksgivin and Christmas
that's the only time we fitted with food up in the kitchen
Little boys and girls
I got so homies in this world missin' for tryna twirl chickens
Where they to pack berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Mitchell, D and Black era
goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by three letters, crazy like Micheal
Fool I been round since niggas was screamin'
Comin' finham
When Felix Mitchell the block didown
I'm from the block were get killed and shot
While the neighbors sit in the window and watch, don't call the
I'm from the block were the twelve year old is gotta play
To my mama and sister, gotta slang rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, runnin' from cops fences
dreams of havin' a mansion mobbin' Benzes
I used to have visions I copped my first sentence
For a eleven, three, fifty tossed me a year I straight it
An I lost several ramps, doin' time at
dice for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out with a plan, call my man
They time I was locked I wrote shit like Ice Cream Man
An a ringup I call Knumskull my nigga
Lets call the group the Lunitoonz lets make this scrilla
Hooked up Chris Hicks and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this album I'm slangin' pounds and zippers
Then the first underground album around niggas
Like Teddy and Supa Side them down niggas
Around the same time my mama died so
I'm in traffic with gats up under the mats, wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, b-12, and seran wrap, money wrapped
Second album goes gold they stand that
In 95 the year my pops
Start ballin' in 96 Pac died
me a Lexus, start catchin' hawkeyes
Now my family members Suge Knight me
The whole Ville but now them mothafuckas don't like me
When I was it was all good
When I was smokin' and hav-a-tampa's to the it was all good
I been around the world and back fuck small hood
I'm tryna ball and have it all playa we all
I started off broke as fuck, ain't no way to go but up
Now I'm in a Rover truck, smokin' dro, never up
Drinkin' X-O until I throw it up, nobody can like Yuk
Hooked up with Rap-A-Lot blow shit up
80 Thousand the first week nigga put posters up
Tha first nigga with teeth on the west coast is Yuk
Niggas get smoked just 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 from heaven
I would have been slit my wrist and off a cliff
From stressin'
Life is a big ass lesson we all go through
you was close to all of a sudden want to smoke you
They all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I knew pre-school
His mama and my mama used to be
We the same street too
That's why I don't through
who rob you and try to kill you ain't yo peoples
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 next time I'm show em somethin'
Make it out the hood, act like you owe em somethin'
Niggas you to throw em somethin'
I've been robbed, in a trunk then
Dumped in a fuckin' alleyway lookin' like a pumpkin'
for fuckin' my own cousins
I ask the lord why I'm the worlds most
Like Pac want a nigga assassinated
Judges me hundred G bonds for fake ass cases
Bail out, can't be faded, rock platinum
Hair braided, like Sammie Davis in Vegas
Smellin' like acres of sticky shit in vega's
Havin' paper comes with a shit load of
That's why my only friend is my lord and
them haters