Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I my life
Just to bring my back to life
Just to my father back to life
Just to bring my potnas back to
My hustled slangin' slabs at night
That got my addicted to crack and pipe
in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck sleepin' on the floor with an
Me and my awake to buckshots and flashin' lights
My father been in jail his life
Became a black family soulja
taught me how to blast it right
Considered me a bastard
be the back stabbin' type
My tried to have me blasted twice
Y'all niggas live the life
Raised in the hills the wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
Nigga I only the facts of life
bein' homeless to sleepin' on them mats at nights
To for my parents in the afterlife
I hear whispers, still shiver
Still remember bein' a ass field nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes from nigga
Salvation just to eat my next meal nigga
Where slang to pay the bills nigga
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with real killas
Drug dealers with wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul
Lived off food stamps and medicare
The first and fifthtenth was like Thanksgivin and Christmas
Cause that's the only time we fitted food up in the kitchen
boys and girls listen
I got so many homies in this world missin' for tryna twirl
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 letters, crazy like Micheal Shellers
Fool I been round since niggas was rollers
down finham
When Felix Mitchell shut the didown
I'm from the block were niggas get 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 pops
To support my and sister, gotta slang rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, runnin' from cops fences
Relentless dreams of a mansion mobbin' 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 several ramps, doin' time at camp
dice for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out with a plan, call my man
They whole time I was locked I wrote like Ice Cream Man
An that's a I call Knumskull my nigga
Lets the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make this scrilla
Hooked up with Chris Hicks and Dru Down my
Dropped this album I'm still pounds and zippers
Then dropped the first underground album niggas
Teddy Bohana and Supa Side them down niggas
Around the same my mama died so tragic
I'm in traffic with gats up the mats, cracked wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, b-12, and seran wrap, rubberband wrapped
Second album gold they can't stand that
In 95 the year my pops
Start ballin' in 96 Pac died
me a Lexus, start catchin' hawkeyes
Now my family tryna Suge Knight me
The whole Ville but now them mothafuckas don't like me
When I was broke it was all
I was smokin' and hav-a-tampa's to the wood it was all good
I around the world and back fuck this 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, dro, never sobered up
Drinkin' X-O until I it up, nobody can flow like Yuk
Hooked up Rap-A-Lot nigga blow shit up
80 Thousand the first week put them posters up
Tha nigga with platinum teeth on the west coast is Yuk
Niggas probaly get smoked just for standin' to Yuk
I'm blessed with a son and
It's like the of my mother and father comtinue the saga
My wife be like a gift heaven
I would 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 to smoke 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 same too
That's why I don't through
Niggas who rob you and try to kill you yo peoples
Niggas who beat you with eagles ain't yo peoples
Niggas who jack you for kilos that ain't yo peoples
But ain't be no sequel cause next time I'm gonna show em somethin'
Make it out the hood, act like you owe em somethin'
want you to throw em somethin'
I've been robbed, stuffed in a trunk
in a fuckin' alleyway head lookin' like a pumpkin'
for fuckin' with my own
I ask the lord why I'm the worlds most
Like Pac want a nigga assassinated
give me hundred G bonds for fake ass cases
Bail out, be faded, rock platinum bracelets
Hair braided, jewelry like Sammie Davis in
Smellin' like acres of shit rolled in vega's
Havin' paper comes with a load of haters
That's why my only friend is my lord and
Fuck haters