Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I sacrafice my
to bring my mama back to life
Just to bring my father to life
Just to my potnas back to life
My father slangin' slabs at night
That got my mama 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 jail his life
Became a black family soulja
taught me how to blast it right
me a bastard right
Family be the back stabbin'
My cousin's tried to me blasted twice
Y'all niggas live the average
Raised in the hills with the wife, then turn gangsta when ya the mic
I only spit the facts of life
From homeless to sleepin' on them mats at nights
To for my parents in the afterlife
I still hear whispers, shiver
Still bein' a filthy ass field nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes from nigga
Salvation Army just to eat my next nigga
Where slang to pay the bills nigga
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' with them real killas
Drug dealers with wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul
Lived off stamps 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 many homies in this world missin' for tryna twirl
Where taught to pack berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the Ville was down for whatever
Protected by three letters, crazy Micheal Shellers
Fool I been round since niggas was screamin'
down finham
When Felix shut the block didown
I'm from the block were niggas get killed and
While the sit in the window and watch, don't call the cops
I'm from the block were the twelve year old is play pops
To my mama and sister, gotta slang rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, from cops hoppin' fences
Relentless of havin' a mansion mobbin' Benzes
I used to have visions until I copped my first
For a eleven, three, fifty tossed me a year I pimped it
An I lost ramps, doin' time at camp
dice for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out a plan, call Garick my man
whole time I was locked I wrote shit like Ice Cream Man
An a ringup I call Knumskull my nigga
Lets the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make this scrilla
Hooked up with Chris and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this album I'm still slangin' pounds and
Then dropped the underground album around niggas
Like Teddy and Supa Side them down niggas
Around the same time my mama so tragic
I'm in traffic with up under the mats, cracked wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, b-12, and seran wrap, money wrapped
Second album gold they can't stand that
In 95 the year my pops
ballin' in 96 when Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, start catchin'
Now my family members Suge Knight me
The whole Ville but now them mothafuckas don't like me
When I was 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 this small 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 Rover truck, smokin' dro, never up
Drinkin' X-O until I throw it up, nobody can 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 just for standin' close to Yuk
I'm blessed with a son and
It's like the reincarnation of my mother and comtinue the saga
My wife be like a gift heaven
I would been slit my wrist and jumped off a cliff
From maldepression
Life is like a big ass lesson we all go
Friends you was close to all of a sudden want to you
They all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I knew pre-school
His mama and my used to be cool
We from the street too
why I don't creep through
Niggas who rob you and try to kill you ain't yo
who beat you with desert eagles ain't yo peoples
Niggas who jack you for them kilos that ain't yo
But gonna be no sequel cause next time I'm gonna show em somethin'
Make it out the hood, niggas act like you owe em
Niggas want you to throw em
been robbed, stuffed in a trunk then
Dumped in a fuckin' alleyway head lookin' a pumpkin'
for fuckin' with my own
I ask the lord why I'm the worlds hated
Like Pac they want a nigga
Judges me hundred G bonds for fake ass cases
out, can't be faded, rock platinum bracelets
Hair braided, jewelry Sammie Davis in Vegas
Smellin' acres of sticky shit rolled in vega's
Havin' paper comes with a load of haters
That's why my friend is my lord and savior
them haters