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 mama to life
Just to bring my back to life
Just to bring my back to life
My father hustled slangin' 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 lights
My father been in jail half his
Became a black geurrilla family
taught me how to slang blast it
me a bastard right
Family be the back 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 homeless to sleepin' on them mats at nights
To prayin' for my in the afterlife
I still whispers, still shiver
Still remember bein' a filthy ass field
Payless shoes, rocked clothes Goodwill nigga
Salvation Army just to eat my next meal
Where slang to pay the bills nigga
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with them killas
Drug dealers with wild figgas, all the of a foul nigga
Lived off food and medicare stickers
The first and fifthtenth was like Thanksgivin and Christmas
that's the only time we fitted with food up in the kitchen
Little boys and listen
I got so homies in this world missin' for tryna twirl chickens
they taught to pack berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was for whatever
Protected by three letters, crazy like Micheal
Fool I been since niggas was screamin' rollers
Comin' down
When Felix Mitchell shut the block
I'm the block were niggas get killed and shot
While the neighbors sit in the window and watch, don't call the
I'm from the block were the twelve old is gotta play pops
To support my and sister, gotta slang rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, runnin' from hoppin' fences
Relentless dreams of a mansion mobbin' Benzes
I used to have visions I copped my first sentence
For a eleven, three, fifty tossed me a I straight pimped it
An I lost several ramps, time at camp
Rollin' for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out with a plan, Garick my man
They whole time I was locked I wrote shit like Ice Man
An a ringup I call Knumskull my nigga
Lets call the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make this
Hooked up with Chris Hicks and Dru my nigga
this album I'm still slangin' pounds and zippers
Then dropped the underground album around niggas
Like Teddy and Supa Side them down niggas
Around the same time my mama died so
I'm in traffic 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 my pops died
Start ballin' in 96 Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, catchin' hawkeyes
Now my family members Suge Knight me
The whole Ville sheisty but now them don't 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 small
I'm tryna ball and have it all we all should
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 it up, nobody can flow like Yuk
Hooked up with nigga blow shit up
80 Thousand the first week nigga put them up
Tha first 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
like the reincarnation of my mother and father comtinue the saga
My wife be a gift from heaven
I would have been slit my and jumped off a cliff
From stressin'
Life is a big ass lesson we all go through
you was close to all of a sudden want to smoke 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 street 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 ain't yo
But ain't gonna be no sequel cause next 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' my own cousins
I ask the lord why I'm the most hated
Like Pac they want a nigga
Judges give me hundred G bonds for ass cases
out, can't be faded, rock platinum bracelets
Hair braided, jewelry like Sammie in Vegas
Smellin' like acres of shit rolled in vega's
Havin' paper with a shit load of haters
why my only friend is my lord and savior
Fuck haters