Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I sacrafice my
Just to bring my back to life
Just to bring my back to life
Just to bring my potnas back to
My father slangin' slabs at night
That got my mama addicted to crack and
Raised in the 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck on the floor with an appetite
Me and my awake to buckshots and flashin' lights
My father been in half his life
a black geurrilla family soulja
taught me how to slang it right
me a bastard right
Family be the back stabbin'
My cousin's tried to me blasted twice
niggas live the average life
Raised in the hills the wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
Nigga I only spit the of life
From bein' homeless to sleepin' on them mats at
To for my parents in the afterlife
I still whispers, still shiver
Still remember bein' a ass field nigga
Payless shoes, rocked from Goodwill nigga
Salvation Army to eat my next meal nigga
Where they slang to pay the bills
playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with them real killas
Drug dealers with wild figgas, all the of a foul nigga
off food stamps and medicare stickers
The first and fifthtenth was like like and Christmas
Cause that's the only time we with food up in the kitchen
Little boys and listen
I got so many homies in this world missin' for tryna twirl
Where taught to pack berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and era
goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by three letters, crazy Micheal Shellers
I been round since niggas was screamin' rollers
Comin' finham
When Felix Mitchell the block didown
I'm from the were niggas get killed and shot
While the neighbors sit in the window and watch, don't 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, from cops hoppin' fences
Relentless dreams of havin' a mobbin' Benzes
I used to have until I copped my first sentence
For a eleven, three, tossed me a year I straight pimped it
An I lost ramps, doin' time at camp
Rollin' dice for stamps, Y-A commitment if I
Got out with a plan, Garick my man
They whole time I was locked I shit like Ice Cream Man
An that's a I call Knumskull my nigga
Lets call the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets this scrilla
Hooked up Chris Hicks and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped album I'm still slangin' pounds and zippers
Then dropped the underground album around niggas
Like Teddy Bohana and Supa Side down niggas
Around the same time my died so tragic
I'm in traffic gats up under the mats, cracked wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, b-12, and seran wrap, money wrapped
Second album goes they can't stand that
In 95 the year my pops
Start ballin' in 96 Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, start catchin'
Now my family members Suge Knight me
The whole sheisty but now them mothafuckas don't like me
When I was broke it was all
When I was 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 as fuck, nigga ain't no way to go but up
Now I'm in a Rover truck, smokin' dro, sobered up
Drinkin' X-O until I throw it up, can flow like Yuk
Hooked up with Rap-A-Lot nigga shit up
80 Thousand the first week nigga put posters up
Tha first nigga with platinum on the west coast is Yuk
probaly get smoked just for standin' close to Yuk
I'm blessed with a son and
It's like the reincarnation of my and father comtinue the saga
My wife be like a gift heaven
I would have been slit my wrist and off a cliff
From stressin'
Life is a big ass lesson we all go through
Friends you was to all of a sudden want to smoke you
They all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I knew since
His mama and my mama used to be
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 desert ain't 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 gonna em somethin'
it out the hood, niggas act like you owe em somethin'
Niggas want you to em somethin'
I've robbed, stuffed in a trunk then
Dumped in a alleyway head lookin' 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 G bonds for fake ass cases
Bail out, can't be faded, rock bracelets
braided, jewelry like Sammie Davis in Vegas
Smellin' acres of sticky shit rolled in vega's
Havin' paper comes with a shit of haters
why my only friend is my lord and savior
Fuck haters