Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I sacrafice my
to bring my mama back to life
Just to bring my father back to
Just to my potnas back to life
My hustled slangin' slabs at night
That got my mama to crack and pipe
Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village no gas, no lights
Hungry as sleepin' on the floor with an appetite
Me and my sister awake to and flashin' lights
My been in jail half his life
Became a geurrilla family soulja
taught me how to blast it right
Considered me a right
be the back stabbin' type
My cousin's tried to me blasted twice
Y'all niggas the average life
in the hills with the wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
Nigga I spit the facts of life
From bein' homeless to sleepin' on mats at nights
To for my parents 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 meal nigga
Where they to pay the bills nigga
Y'all doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with them real killas
Drug dealers with wild figgas, all the of a foul nigga
Lived off food and medicare stickers
The first and fifthtenth was like like 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 world missin' for tryna twirl chickens
Where they to pack berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the Ville was down for whatever
Protected by three letters, crazy like Shellers
Fool I been round since niggas was screamin'
down finham
When Felix Mitchell shut the block
I'm from the block were niggas get killed and
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 play
To my mama and sister, gotta slang rocks
Aim glocks, stray shots, runnin' from cops hoppin' fences
Relentless dreams of havin' a mansion Benzes
I used to have visions until I copped my first
For a eleven, three, fifty me a year I straight pimped it
An I lost several ramps, doin' time at
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 shit like Ice Man
An that's a I call Knumskull my nigga
Lets call the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make this
Hooked up with Chris Hicks and Dru my nigga
Dropped this album I'm still pounds and zippers
Then dropped the first album around niggas
Like Teddy Bohana and Supa them down niggas
Around the same time my mama so tragic
I'm in traffic gats up under the mats, cracked wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, b-12, and wrap, money rubberband wrapped
Second album goes gold they can't that
In 95 the year my pops
ballin' in 96 when Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, catchin' hawkeyes
Now my family members Suge Knight me
The whole Ville sheisty but now them mothafuckas don't me
When I was it was all good
I was smokin' and hav-a-tampa's to the wood it was all good
I been around the world and back fuck small hood
I'm ball and have it all playa we all should
I started off broke as fuck, nigga no way to go but up
Now I'm in a truck, smokin' dro, never sobered up
Drinkin' X-O until I throw it up, nobody can flow Yuk
Hooked up with Rap-A-Lot nigga blow up
80 Thousand the first week nigga put 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 with a son and
It's like the reincarnation of my and father comtinue the saga
My wife be like a gift from
I would have been slit my and jumped off a cliff
stressin' maldepression
Life is like a big ass lesson we all go
Friends you was close to all of a sudden want to you
They all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I since pre-school
His and my mama used to be cool
We from the same too
That's why I creep through
Niggas who rob you and try to kill you ain't yo
Niggas who beat you with desert eagles ain't yo
Niggas who jack you for them kilos that yo peoples
But ain't gonna be no sequel cause next I'm gonna show em somethin'
Make it out the hood, niggas act like you owe em
Niggas want you to throw em
I've been robbed, stuffed in a then
Dumped in a fuckin' alleyway lookin' like a pumpkin'
for fuckin' with my own
I ask the lord why I'm the worlds most
Like Pac they want a nigga
Judges give me hundred G bonds for fake ass
Bail out, be faded, rock platinum bracelets
Hair braided, jewelry like Sammie Davis in
Smellin' like acres of sticky shit in vega's
Havin' paper comes a shit load of haters
That's why my only is my lord and savior
them haters