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 back to
Just to bring my back to life
to bring my potnas back to life
My father slangin' slabs at night
That got my addicted to crack and pipe
Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 with no gas, no lights
Hungry as sleepin' on the floor with an appetite
Me and my sister awake to buckshots and flashin'
My father been in jail half his
Became a geurrilla family soulja
me how to slang blast it right
Considered me a right
Family be the stabbin' type
My tried to have me blasted twice
Y'all niggas the average life
Raised in the hills with the wife, then turn gangsta when ya the mic
Nigga I only the facts of life
From bein' homeless to sleepin' on mats at nights
To prayin' for my parents in the
I still hear whispers, still
Still bein' a filthy ass field nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes Goodwill nigga
Army just to eat my next meal nigga
Where they slang to pay the nigga
Y'all playin' ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with them real killas
Drug dealers with wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul
off food stamps and medicare stickers
The first and fifthtenth was like like Thanksgivin and
Cause that's the only time we fitted with food up in the
boys and girls listen
I got so many in this world missin' for tryna twirl chickens
Where they taught to pack berattas, stack
When the Village was the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for
Protected by three letters, like Micheal Shellers
Fool I been round since niggas was screamin'
Comin' finham
Felix Mitchell 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 from the were the twelve year old is gotta play pops
To support my and sister, gotta slang rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, from cops hoppin' fences
Relentless dreams of a mansion mobbin' Benzes
I used to have visions until I copped my sentence
For a eleven, three, tossed me a year I straight pimped it
An I several ramps, doin' time at camp
Rollin' for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out a plan, call Garick my man
They whole time I was locked I shit like Ice Cream 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 Down my
Dropped this album I'm still pounds and zippers
Then dropped the underground album around niggas
Teddy Bohana and Supa Side them down niggas
Around the same time my died so tragic
I'm in traffic with gats up under the mats, cracked wrapped in
beam, b-12, and seran wrap, money rubberband wrapped
Second goes gold they can't stand that
In 95 the my pops died
Start in 96 when Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, start catchin'
Now my family members Suge Knight me
The whole Ville sheisty but now mothafuckas don't like me
I was broke it was all good
When I was smokin' and hav-a-tampa's to the it was all good
I been around the world and back fuck small hood
I'm tryna ball and have it all playa we all
I started off as fuck, nigga ain't no way to go but up
Now I'm in a truck, smokin' dro, never sobered up
X-O until I throw it up, nobody can flow like Yuk
Hooked up with Rap-A-Lot blow shit up
80 Thousand the week nigga put them posters up
Tha first nigga 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 from heaven
I have been slit my wrist 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 up by a nigga I knew since pre-school
His mama and my mama to be cool
We from the street too
That's why I don't creep
Niggas who rob you and try to you ain't yo peoples
Niggas who beat you with desert ain't yo peoples
Niggas who jack you for them that ain't yo peoples
But ain't be no sequel 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 alleyway head lookin' like a pumpkin'
for fuckin' with my own
I ask the lord why I'm the worlds hated
Like Pac want a nigga assassinated
give me hundred G bonds for fake ass cases
Bail out, be faded, rock platinum bracelets
Hair braided, jewelry like Davis in Vegas
Smellin' like of sticky shit rolled in vega's
Havin' paper comes with a shit of haters
That's why my only is my lord and savior
Fuck them