Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I sacrafice my
Just to my mama back to life
to bring my father back to life
Just to bring my potnas back to
My hustled slangin' slabs at night
That got my mama addicted to and pipe
Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no
Hungry as fuck sleepin' on the floor with an
Me and my sister awake to buckshots and flashin'
My father been in jail his life
Became a geurrilla family soulja
taught me how to slang it right
Considered me a right
Family be the back stabbin'
My cousin's tried to have me blasted
niggas live the average life
Raised in the hills with the wife, then turn when ya grab the mic
Nigga I only spit the facts of
From bein' homeless to sleepin' on them at nights
To prayin' for my in the afterlife
I still hear whispers, shiver
Still remember a filthy ass field nigga
shoes, rocked clothes from Goodwill nigga
Salvation Army just to eat my next nigga
Where they slang to pay the nigga
Y'all doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with them real killas
Drug dealers wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga
Lived off food stamps and medicare
The and fifthtenth was like like Thanksgivin and Christmas
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 they taught to pack berattas, stack
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was for whatever
Protected by three letters, like Micheal Shellers
Fool I been round since was screamin' rollers
down finham
When Mitchell shut the block didown
I'm the block were niggas get killed and shot
the neighbors sit in the window and watch, don't call the cops
I'm from the block were the twelve old is gotta play pops
To support my mama and sister, gotta slang
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, runnin' from hoppin' fences
Relentless dreams of havin' a mansion mobbin'
I used to have until I copped my first sentence
For a eleven, three, fifty tossed me a year I pimped 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
whole time I was locked I wrote shit like Ice Cream Man
An that's a ringup I Knumskull my nigga
Lets call the the Lunitoonz nigga lets make this scrilla
up with Chris Hicks and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this album I'm still slangin' pounds and
Then dropped the first album around niggas
Like Teddy Bohana and Side them down niggas
Around the 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
Second goes gold they can't stand that
In 95 the my pops died
Start ballin' in 96 Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, start hawkeyes
Now my members tryna Suge Knight me
The Ville 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 it was all good
I been around the and back fuck this small hood
I'm tryna ball and have it all playa we all
I started off broke as fuck, nigga no way to go but up
Now I'm in a Rover truck, smokin' dro, never up
Drinkin' X-O I throw it up, nobody 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 with platinum teeth on the west is Yuk
Niggas get smoked just for standin' close to Yuk
I'm blessed a son and daughter
It's like the of my mother and father comtinue the saga
My wife be a gift from heaven
I would have slit my wrist and jumped off a cliff
From maldepression
Life is like a big ass 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 I knew since pre-school
His mama and my mama used to be
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 eagles 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 throw em
been robbed, stuffed in a trunk then
Dumped in a fuckin' alleyway head like a pumpkin'
for fuckin' with my own
I ask the lord why I'm the worlds hated
Pac they want a nigga assassinated
Judges give me hundred G bonds for fake ass
Bail out, can't be faded, platinum bracelets
Hair braided, jewelry like Sammie Davis in
Smellin' like acres of sticky shit rolled in
Havin' comes with a shit load of haters
That's why my only friend is my lord and
them haters