Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I my life
to bring my mama back to life
Just to bring my father back to
Just to bring my potnas back to
My father hustled slangin' slabs at
That got my mama addicted to crack and
Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck on the floor with an appetite
Me and my sister awake to and flashin' lights
My father in jail half his life
a black geurrilla family soulja
taught me how to blast it right
Considered me a right
Family be the back type
My cousin's tried to have me blasted
Y'all niggas live the average
Raised in the hills the wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
Nigga I only spit the facts of
From bein' homeless to sleepin' on them mats at
To prayin' for my in the afterlife
I still hear whispers, still
Still bein' a filthy ass field nigga
Payless shoes, clothes from Goodwill nigga
Salvation Army just to eat my meal nigga
they slang to pay the bills nigga
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with real killas
Drug with wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga
Lived off food stamps and medicare
The first and fifthtenth was like Thanksgivin and Christmas
Cause that's the only 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 was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole was down for whatever
Protected by three letters, crazy like Micheal
Fool I been round since niggas was rollers
Comin' down
When Felix Mitchell shut the didown
I'm from the block were niggas get and shot
While the sit in the window and watch, don't call the cops
I'm from the block were the year old is gotta play pops
To my mama and sister, gotta slang rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, runnin' cops hoppin' fences
Relentless dreams of havin' a mansion Benzes
I used to have visions until I copped my sentence
For a eleven, three, fifty tossed me a I straight pimped it
An I lost several ramps, doin' time at
Rollin' dice for stamps, Y-A if I bamp
Got out with a plan, Garick my man
They time I was locked I wrote shit like Ice Cream Man
An that's a ringup I call my nigga
Lets call the the Lunitoonz nigga lets make this scrilla
up with Chris Hicks and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this I'm still slangin' pounds and zippers
Then dropped the first underground album around
Like Teddy Bohana and Supa Side them down
Around the same time my mama so tragic
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 gold can't stand that
In 95 the year my pops
ballin' in 96 when Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, catchin' hawkeyes
Now my family members tryna Suge me
The whole Ville sheisty but now them mothafuckas like me
I was broke it was all good
When I was smokin' and hav-a-tampa's to the wood it was all
I been around the world and back this small hood
I'm tryna ball and have it all we all should
I started off broke as fuck, nigga no way to go but up
Now I'm in a Rover truck, dro, never sobered up
Drinkin' X-O until I throw it up, can flow like Yuk
up with Rap-A-Lot nigga blow shit up
80 Thousand the week nigga put them 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 with a son and
It's like the of my mother and father comtinue the saga
My wife be like a gift heaven
I would have been my wrist and jumped off a cliff
From stressin'
Life is like a big ass lesson we all go
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 mama and my mama used to be
We the same street too
That's why I don't creep
Niggas who rob you and try to kill you yo peoples
who beat you with desert eagles ain't yo peoples
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'
it out the hood, niggas act like you owe em somethin'
Niggas want you to throw em
I've been robbed, stuffed in a trunk
Dumped in a fuckin' head lookin' like a pumpkin'
for fuckin' with my own
I ask the why I'm the worlds most hated
Pac they want a nigga assassinated
Judges me hundred G bonds for fake ass cases
Bail out, be faded, rock platinum bracelets
Hair braided, jewelry like Davis in Vegas
Smellin' like acres of sticky shit in vega's
Havin' paper with a shit load of haters
That's why my only friend is my lord and
Fuck haters