Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I my life
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 addicted to crack and pipe
Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no
Hungry as fuck sleepin' on the with an appetite
Me and my awake to buckshots and flashin' lights
My father in jail half his life
a black geurrilla family soulja
taught me how to slang it right
Considered me a bastard
Family be the stabbin' type
My cousin's to have me blasted twice
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 on them mats at nights
To prayin' for my in the afterlife
I still hear whispers, still
Still remember bein' a filthy ass nigga
Payless shoes, clothes from Goodwill nigga
Salvation Army to eat my next meal nigga
they slang to pay the bills nigga
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' with them real killas
dealers with wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga
Lived off food and medicare stickers
The first and fifthtenth was like Thanksgivin and Christmas
Cause that's the only time we fitted with up in the kitchen
Little boys and girls
I got so many homies in this world missin' for 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, like Micheal Shellers
Fool I been since niggas was screamin' rollers
down finham
When Felix 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 year old is gotta play pops
To support my mama and sister, gotta slang
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, runnin' from cops hoppin'
Relentless dreams of havin' a mansion Benzes
I used to have visions until I copped my first
For a eleven, three, tossed me a year I straight pimped it
An I lost several ramps, time at camp
Rollin' dice for stamps, Y-A if I bamp
Got out with a plan, call my man
They whole time I was I wrote shit like 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 my nigga
Dropped this I'm still slangin' pounds and zippers
Then dropped the first underground album around
Like Teddy Bohana and Supa Side them down
Around the same 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 gold they can't stand that
In 95 the year my pops
Start in 96 when Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, start hawkeyes
Now my family members Suge Knight me
The whole Ville sheisty but now them 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 world and back fuck small hood
I'm tryna ball and have it all we all should
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 with Rap-A-Lot nigga shit up
80 Thousand the first 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 like the reincarnation of my mother and comtinue the saga
My wife be like a from heaven
I have been slit my wrist and jumped off a cliff
From maldepression
Life is like a big ass we all go through
Friends you was close to all of a sudden want to you
all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I knew since pre-school
His mama and my used to be cool
We from the street too
That's why I creep through
who rob you and try to kill you ain't yo peoples
Niggas who beat you with desert eagles yo peoples
Niggas who jack you for them kilos that ain't yo
But ain't gonna be no sequel cause next time I'm gonna show em
Make it out the hood, act like you owe em somethin'
Niggas want you to throw em
I've been robbed, stuffed in a then
Dumped in a fuckin' alleyway head lookin' like a
for with my own cousins
I ask the why I'm the worlds most hated
Like Pac they want a assassinated
Judges give me hundred G bonds for ass cases
out, can't be faded, rock platinum bracelets
Hair braided, jewelry like Davis in Vegas
Smellin' like acres of shit rolled in vega's
Havin' paper comes with a load of haters
why my only friend is my lord and savior
Fuck haters