Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I my life
Just to bring my mama back to
Just to 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 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck sleepin' on the with an appetite
Me and my sister awake to buckshots and flashin'
My been in jail half his life
Became a black geurrilla family
me how to slang blast it right
Considered me a bastard
Family be the stabbin' type
My cousin's to have me blasted twice
Y'all niggas the average life
Raised in the hills the wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
Nigga I only the facts of life
From bein' to sleepin' on them mats at nights
To prayin' for my parents in the
I hear whispers, still shiver
remember bein' a filthy ass field nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes from Goodwill
Salvation just to eat my next meal nigga
Where they slang to pay the bills
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm bullets with them real killas
Drug dealers 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 with food up in the kitchen
Little boys and girls
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
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was for whatever
Protected by three letters, crazy like Micheal
I been round since niggas was screamin' rollers
Comin' finham
When Felix Mitchell shut the didown
I'm the block were niggas get killed and shot
While the neighbors sit in the and watch, don't call the cops
I'm from the block were the twelve year old is gotta play
To support my mama and sister, gotta rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, runnin' from cops fences
Relentless of havin' 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
Rollin' for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out a plan, call Garick my man
They whole time I was locked I wrote like Ice Cream Man
An that's a ringup I Knumskull my nigga
Lets the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make this scrilla
Hooked up 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 same time my mama so tragic
I'm in traffic with gats up under the mats, cracked wrapped in
beam, b-12, and seran wrap, money rubberband wrapped
Second album goes gold they stand that
In 95 the year my died
Start ballin' in 96 when Pac
Bought me a Lexus, catchin' hawkeyes
Now my family members tryna Knight me
The whole 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 wood it was all
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, nigga no way to go but up
Now I'm in a Rover truck, smokin' dro, never up
X-O until I throw it up, nobody can flow like Yuk
Hooked up with Rap-A-Lot nigga blow up
80 the first week nigga put them posters up
Tha first nigga with teeth on the west coast is Yuk
Niggas probaly get smoked for standin' close to Yuk
I'm blessed with a son and
It's like the reincarnation of my mother and father comtinue the
My wife be like a gift heaven
I would have slit my wrist and jumped off a cliff
From stressin'
is like a big ass lesson we all go through
Friends you was close to all of a sudden to smoke you
They all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I knew pre-school
His mama and my used to be cool
We the same street too
why I don't creep through
Niggas who rob you and try to kill you ain't yo
Niggas who beat you desert eagles ain't yo peoples
Niggas who jack you for them kilos that ain't yo
But ain't gonna be no sequel cause time I'm gonna show em somethin'
Make it out the hood, act like you owe em somethin'
Niggas want you to throw em
I've been robbed, in a trunk then
Dumped in a fuckin' alleyway head like a pumpkin'
for fuckin' with my own
I ask the why I'm the worlds most hated
Like Pac they want a nigga
give me hundred G bonds for fake ass cases
Bail out, can't be faded, platinum bracelets
Hair braided, jewelry Sammie Davis in Vegas
like acres of sticky shit rolled in vega's
Havin' comes with a shit load of haters
why my only friend is my lord and savior
Fuck them