Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I my life
Just to bring my mama to life
to bring my father back to life
Just to bring my potnas back to
My father hustled slangin' slabs at
That got my addicted to crack and pipe
Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village no gas, no lights
as fuck sleepin' on the floor with an appetite
Me and my sister awake to buckshots and flashin'
My father been in jail his life
Became a geurrilla family soulja
me how to slang blast it right
Considered me a bastard
Family be the stabbin' type
My cousin's tried to me blasted twice
Y'all niggas the average life
Raised in the with the wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
I only spit the facts of life
From homeless to sleepin' on them mats at nights
To prayin' for my parents in the
I still hear whispers, still
remember bein' a filthy ass field nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes from nigga
Salvation Army to eat my next meal nigga
Where they to pay the bills nigga
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with real killas
Drug with wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga
Lived off stamps and medicare stickers
The first and fifthtenth was like like Thanksgivin and
Cause that's the only we fitted with food up in the kitchen
Little boys and girls
I got so many homies in this world missin' for 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 three letters, like Micheal Shellers
Fool I been round since was screamin' rollers
Comin' finham
When Mitchell shut the block didown
I'm from the block were niggas get and shot
the neighbors sit in the window and watch, don't call the cops
I'm from the block were the twelve year old is gotta pops
To support my and sister, gotta slang rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, runnin' from hoppin' fences
Relentless of havin' a mansion mobbin' Benzes
I used to have visions until I my first sentence
For a eleven, three, fifty tossed me a year I straight it
An I several ramps, doin' time at camp
Rollin' dice for stamps, Y-A commitment if I
Got out with a plan, call my man
They whole time I was locked I wrote like Ice Cream Man
An a ringup I call Knumskull my nigga
Lets call the group the Lunitoonz nigga make this scrilla
Hooked up with Chris Hicks and Dru my nigga
Dropped this album I'm still slangin' pounds and
dropped the first underground album around niggas
Like Bohana and Supa Side them down niggas
Around the time my mama died so tragic
I'm in traffic with gats up under the mats, cracked wrapped in
Triple beam, b-12, and seran wrap, money wrapped
Second album goes gold they stand that
In 95 the my pops died
Start ballin' in 96 when Pac
Bought me a Lexus, start catchin'
Now my family tryna Suge Knight me
The whole Ville sheisty but now them mothafuckas like me
I was broke it was all good
When I was smokin' and to the wood it was all good
I been around the and back fuck this small hood
I'm tryna ball and it all playa we all should
I off broke as fuck, nigga 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, can flow like Yuk
Hooked up Rap-A-Lot nigga blow shit up
80 the first week nigga put them posters up
Tha first nigga platinum teeth on the west coast is Yuk
Niggas probaly get smoked just for 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 slit my wrist and jumped off a
stressin' maldepression
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 since pre-school
His mama and my mama to be cool
We the same street too
That's why I don't through
Niggas who rob you and try to kill you yo peoples
who beat you with desert eagles ain't yo peoples
Niggas who jack you for kilos that ain't yo peoples
But ain't gonna be no sequel next time I'm gonna show em somethin'
it out the hood, niggas act like you owe em somethin'
Niggas want you to em somethin'
been robbed, stuffed in a trunk then
Dumped in a fuckin' alleyway head 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, platinum bracelets
Hair braided, jewelry like Davis in Vegas
Smellin' like acres of shit rolled in vega's
Havin' paper with a shit load of haters
That's why my friend is my lord and savior
Fuck them