Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I sacrafice my
Just to bring my back to life
to bring my father back to life
Just to bring my potnas back to
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 floor with an
Me and my sister to buckshots and flashin' lights
My been in jail half his life
Became a black geurrilla family
taught me how to blast it right
Considered me a bastard
Family be the back type
My cousin's to have me blasted twice
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 on them mats at nights
To for my parents in the afterlife
I still hear whispers, still
Still bein' a filthy ass field nigga
Payless shoes, clothes from Goodwill nigga
Salvation Army to eat my next meal nigga
Where slang to pay the bills nigga
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' with them real killas
Drug dealers wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga
Lived off 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
Little and girls listen
I got so many homies in world missin' for tryna twirl chickens
Where they to pack berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for
Protected by three letters, crazy like Micheal
Fool I been since niggas was screamin' rollers
down finham
When Felix Mitchell the block didown
I'm from the block were 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 year old is play pops
To support my mama and sister, gotta rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, runnin' cops hoppin' fences
Relentless dreams of havin' a mansion mobbin'
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, doin' at camp
Rollin' for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out a plan, call Garick my man
They time I was locked I wrote shit like Ice Cream Man
An that's a I call Knumskull my nigga
Lets call the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make scrilla
Hooked up with Hicks and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this album I'm slangin' pounds and zippers
Then dropped the first underground album around
Like Teddy Bohana and Supa Side them niggas
Around the same time my mama so tragic
I'm in traffic with gats up under the mats, wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, b-12, and seran wrap, money wrapped
Second album goes gold they can't that
In 95 the year my pops
Start ballin' in 96 Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, start hawkeyes
Now my family tryna Suge Knight me
The whole Ville sheisty but now them mothafuckas like me
When I was broke it was all
When I was smokin' and hav-a-tampa's to the wood it was all
I around the world and back fuck this small hood
I'm tryna ball and have it all we all should
I off broke as fuck, nigga ain't no way to go but up
Now I'm in a truck, smokin' dro, never sobered up
Drinkin' X-O I throw it up, nobody can flow like Yuk
Hooked up with Rap-A-Lot blow shit up
80 the first week nigga put them posters up
Tha nigga with platinum teeth on the west coast is Yuk
probaly get smoked just for standin' close to Yuk
I'm blessed with a son and
like the reincarnation of my mother and father comtinue the saga
My be like a gift from heaven
I would have been slit my wrist and off a cliff
stressin' maldepression
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 used to be cool
We the same street too
That's why I don't creep
who rob you and try to kill you ain't yo peoples
Niggas who beat you with desert eagles yo peoples
Niggas who jack you for kilos that ain't yo peoples
But ain't be no sequel cause next time I'm gonna show em somethin'
it out the hood, niggas act like you owe em somethin'
Niggas you to throw em somethin'
I've been robbed, stuffed in a then
Dumped in a fuckin' alleyway head lookin' like a
for with my own cousins
I ask the lord why I'm the worlds most
Like Pac they want a nigga
Judges give me G bonds for fake ass cases
Bail out, can't be faded, platinum bracelets
Hair braided, like Sammie Davis in Vegas
Smellin' like acres of shit rolled in vega's
Havin' paper comes with a shit of haters
That's why my only friend is my and savior
them haters