Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

[Chorus -
If you my life
You straight commit suicide
If you look my eyes 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 my potnas back to life
My father slangin' slabs at night
That got my mama addicted to and pipe
Raised in the 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck on the floor with an appetite
Me and my sister awake to and flashin' lights
My father been in half his life
a black geurrilla family soulja
taught me how to slang blast it
Considered me a right
be the back stabbin' type
My cousin's tried to have me blasted
Y'all niggas live the life
Raised in the hills with the wife, then turn when ya grab the mic
I only spit the facts of life
From bein' homeless to sleepin' on them mats at
To prayin' for my parents in the
I still hear whispers, shiver
Still remember bein' a ass field nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes from Goodwill
Salvation Army just to eat my next meal
Where they slang to pay the nigga
Y'all playin' ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with them real killas
Drug with wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga
Lived off stamps and medicare stickers
The first and fifthtenth was like Thanksgivin and Christmas
Cause that's the only time we fitted food up in the kitchen
Little boys and listen
I got so many homies in world missin' for tryna twirl chickens
Where they taught to pack berattas, cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and era
goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by three letters, like Micheal Shellers
Fool I been round since was screamin' rollers
Comin' down
When Felix Mitchell shut the didown
I'm from the block niggas get killed and shot
While the neighbors sit in the and watch, don't call the cops
I'm from the block were the twelve year old is gotta play
To support my mama and sister, slang rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, runnin' from cops fences
Relentless dreams of havin' a mansion mobbin'
I used to visions until I copped my first sentence
For a eleven, three, fifty me a year I straight pimped it
An I several ramps, doin' time at camp
Rollin' dice for stamps, Y-A commitment if I
Got out with a plan, Garick my man
They whole I was locked I wrote shit like Ice Cream Man
An a ringup I call Knumskull my nigga
Lets call the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make scrilla
Hooked up with Chris and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this album I'm still pounds and zippers
dropped the first underground album around niggas
Like Teddy Bohana and Supa Side them down
Around the same my mama died so tragic
I'm in traffic with gats up under the mats, wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, b-12, and wrap, money rubberband wrapped
Second album goes gold they can't that
In 95 the my pops died
Start in 96 when Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, start catchin'
Now my family members tryna Knight me
The whole Ville sheisty but now them mothafuckas like me
When I was broke it was all
When I was and hav-a-tampa's to the wood it was all good
I been the world and back fuck this small hood
I'm tryna ball and 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 week nigga put them up
Tha nigga with platinum teeth on the west coast is Yuk
Niggas get smoked just for standin' close to Yuk
I'm blessed with a son and
It's like the reincarnation of my mother and father the saga
My wife be like a gift from
I would have been my wrist and jumped off a cliff
stressin' maldepression
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 up by a nigga I knew since pre-school
His and my mama used to be cool
We from the same 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 kilos that ain't yo peoples
But gonna 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 em somethin'
been robbed, stuffed in a trunk then
Dumped in a fuckin' alleyway head like a pumpkin'
for fuckin' my own cousins
I ask the lord why I'm the most hated
Like Pac they want a assassinated
give me hundred G bonds for fake ass cases
Bail out, be faded, rock platinum bracelets
Hair braided, jewelry like Sammie in Vegas
Smellin' like acres of sticky shit in vega's
Havin' comes with a shit load of haters
That's why my only friend is my lord and
Fuck them