Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I my life
Just to bring my mama to life
Just to bring my father back to
to bring my potnas back to life
My hustled slangin' slabs at night
That got my addicted to crack and pipe
Raised in the 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as sleepin' on the floor with an appetite
Me and my sister awake to buckshots and lights
My father been in jail half his
Became a black family soulja
taught me how to slang it right
me a bastard right
Family be the stabbin' type
My tried to have me blasted twice
niggas live the average life
Raised in the with the wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
Nigga I only spit the facts of
From homeless to sleepin' on them mats at nights
To prayin' for my in the afterlife
I still hear whispers, shiver
Still bein' a filthy ass field nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes from Goodwill
Salvation Army just to eat my next nigga
Where slang to pay the bills nigga
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with them real
Drug dealers with figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga
Lived off stamps and medicare stickers
The first and fifthtenth was like like and Christmas
Cause that's the only we fitted with food up in the kitchen
Little boys and listen
I got so many homies in this world missin' for tryna chickens
Where taught to pack berattas, stack cheddar
When the was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole was down for whatever
Protected by three letters, crazy like Shellers
Fool I been round since was screamin' rollers
down finham
When Felix shut the block didown
I'm from the block were niggas get killed and
the neighbors sit in the window and watch, don't call the cops
I'm the block were the twelve 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 mansion Benzes
I used to have until I copped my first sentence
For a eleven, three, fifty tossed me a year I pimped it
An I lost several ramps, doin' at camp
Rollin' for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out with a plan, call my man
whole time I was locked I wrote shit like Ice Cream Man
An that's a I call Knumskull my nigga
Lets call the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make scrilla
Hooked up with Hicks and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this album I'm still slangin' pounds and
Then dropped the first underground album niggas
Like Teddy Bohana and Supa them down niggas
Around the same time my mama died so
I'm in with gats up under the mats, cracked wrapped in plastic
beam, b-12, and seran wrap, money rubberband wrapped
Second album goes they can't stand that
In 95 the year my died
Start ballin' in 96 when Pac
Bought me a Lexus, catchin' hawkeyes
Now my family members Suge Knight me
The whole Ville sheisty but now them mothafuckas like me
When I was broke it was all
When I was smokin' and to the wood it was all good
I been around the world and back fuck this hood
I'm tryna and have it all playa we all should
I started off broke as fuck, ain't 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 like Yuk
Hooked up with Rap-A-Lot nigga blow up
80 Thousand the first week nigga put posters up
Tha nigga with 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 father the saga
My wife be like a from 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 close to all of a sudden want to you
They all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I knew since
His and my mama used to be cool
We from the same too
That's why I don't creep
Niggas who rob you and try to kill you yo peoples
Niggas who beat you with desert eagles yo peoples
Niggas who jack you for them that ain't yo peoples
But ain't gonna be no cause next time I'm gonna show em somethin'
Make it out the hood, niggas act you owe em somethin'
want you to throw 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 most
Pac they want a nigga assassinated
Judges give me G bonds for fake ass cases
Bail out, can't be faded, rock platinum
Hair braided, jewelry like Sammie in Vegas
like acres of sticky shit rolled in vega's
Havin' paper with a shit load of haters
That's why my only friend is my lord and
Fuck haters