Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I my life
Just to my mama back to life
Just to bring my back to life
Just to bring my back to life
My hustled slangin' slabs at night
That got my mama addicted to and pipe
Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck on the floor with an appetite
Me and my sister to buckshots and flashin' lights
My father been in jail his life
Became a black geurrilla family
taught me how to slang it right
me a bastard right
Family be the stabbin' type
My cousin's tried to have me twice
Y'all niggas live the average
Raised in the hills with the wife, turn gangsta when ya grab 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 whispers, still shiver
Still remember bein' a filthy ass nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes from Goodwill
Army just to eat my next meal nigga
Where they slang to pay the bills
playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with them real killas
Drug dealers wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga
Lived off food and medicare stickers
The and fifthtenth was like like Thanksgivin and Christmas
Cause that's the only time we with food up in the kitchen
boys and girls listen
I got so many homies in this world 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, crazy Micheal Shellers
Fool I been round since niggas was screamin'
Comin' down
When Felix Mitchell shut the didown
I'm from the block were niggas get and shot
the neighbors sit in the window and watch, don't call the cops
I'm from the block were the twelve year old is gotta play
To my mama and sister, gotta slang rocks
Aim glocks, stray shots, runnin' from cops hoppin' fences
Relentless dreams of havin' a mansion mobbin'
I used to have visions until I copped my first
For a eleven, three, fifty tossed me a I straight pimped it
An I several ramps, doin' time at camp
Rollin' dice for stamps, Y-A if I bamp
Got out a plan, call Garick my man
They whole time I was locked I wrote shit Ice Cream Man
An that's a ringup I Knumskull my nigga
Lets the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make this scrilla
Hooked up with Hicks and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this album I'm slangin' pounds and zippers
dropped the first underground album around niggas
Like Teddy Bohana and Supa Side them down
Around the time my mama died so tragic
I'm in traffic with up under the mats, cracked wrapped in plastic
beam, b-12, and seran wrap, money rubberband wrapped
Second album goes gold they stand that
In 95 the my pops died
Start 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 don't me
When I was it was all good
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, nigga 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, 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 get smoked just for standin' close to Yuk
I'm with a son and daughter
It's the reincarnation of my mother and father comtinue the saga
My wife be like a gift from
I would have been slit my wrist and jumped off a
stressin' 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 up by a nigga I knew since pre-school
His mama and my mama to be cool
We from the street too
why I don't creep through
Niggas who rob you and try to kill you yo peoples
Niggas who beat you with eagles ain't yo peoples
Niggas who jack you for them kilos that ain't yo
But ain't 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
I've been robbed, in a trunk then
Dumped in a alleyway head lookin' like a pumpkin'
for with my own cousins
I ask the lord why I'm the worlds hated
Like Pac they want a nigga
Judges give me hundred G for fake ass cases
out, can't be faded, rock platinum bracelets
Hair braided, jewelry like Sammie in Vegas
Smellin' like acres of sticky shit rolled in
Havin' paper comes with a load of haters
That's why my friend is my lord and savior
Fuck them