Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I sacrafice my
Just to bring my back to life
to bring my father back to life
Just to bring my back to life
My father hustled slangin' at night
That got my addicted to crack and pipe
in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as sleepin' 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 blast it
me a bastard right
Family be the back type
My cousin's tried to me blasted twice
Y'all live the average life
Raised in the hills with the wife, then turn gangsta ya grab the mic
Nigga I only the facts of life
From bein' homeless to sleepin' on them at nights
To for my parents in the afterlife
I still whispers, still shiver
Still remember bein' a ass field nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes from Goodwill
Salvation Army just to eat my next meal
Where they to pay the bills nigga
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' with them real killas
Drug dealers with figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga
Lived off food stamps and stickers
The first and fifthtenth was like like Thanksgivin and
Cause that's the only time we fitted food up in the kitchen
boys and girls 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 down for
Protected by three letters, crazy like Shellers
Fool I been round niggas was screamin' rollers
Comin' finham
When Felix shut the block didown
I'm from the block were get killed and shot
the neighbors sit in the window and watch, don't call the cops
I'm from the block were the twelve year old is gotta pops
To support my and sister, gotta slang rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, from cops hoppin' fences
Relentless dreams of havin' a mansion 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 ramps, doin' time at camp
Rollin' for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out with a plan, Garick my man
whole time I was locked I wrote shit like Ice Cream Man
An a ringup I call Knumskull my nigga
call the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make this scrilla
Hooked up with Hicks and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this I'm still slangin' pounds and zippers
dropped the first underground album around niggas
Like Teddy Bohana and Supa Side down niggas
Around the same time my mama died so
I'm in with gats up under the mats, cracked wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, b-12, and seran wrap, rubberband wrapped
Second goes gold they can't stand that
In 95 the year my died
Start ballin' in 96 when Pac
me a Lexus, start catchin' hawkeyes
Now my family members Suge Knight me
The whole Ville sheisty but now them mothafuckas like me
I was broke it was all good
When I was smokin' and to the wood it was all good
I been the world and back fuck this small hood
I'm ball 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
up with Rap-A-Lot nigga blow shit up
80 Thousand the first nigga put them posters up
Tha first nigga platinum teeth on the west coast is Yuk
probaly get smoked just for standin' close to Yuk
I'm with a son and daughter
It's like the reincarnation of my mother and comtinue the saga
My wife be a gift from heaven
I would have been my wrist and jumped 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 the same street too
why I don't creep through
Niggas who rob you and try to you ain't yo peoples
Niggas who beat you with desert eagles ain't yo
Niggas who jack you for them kilos ain't yo peoples
But ain't gonna be no cause next time I'm gonna show em somethin'
Make it out the hood, act like you owe em somethin'
Niggas want you to throw em
been robbed, stuffed in a trunk then
Dumped in a fuckin' alleyway lookin' like a pumpkin'
for with my own cousins
I ask the lord why I'm the most hated
Pac they want a nigga assassinated
Judges me hundred G bonds for fake ass cases
Bail out, can't be faded, platinum bracelets
braided, jewelry like Sammie Davis in Vegas
Smellin' like acres of shit rolled in vega's
Havin' paper with a shit load of haters
That's why my only friend is my lord and
them haters