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 would commit suicide

Lord I my life
Just to bring my back to life
Just to bring my father to life
Just to bring my potnas to life
My father hustled slabs at night
That got my mama to crack and pipe
Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no
Hungry as fuck sleepin' on the floor with an
Me and my sister awake to and flashin' lights
My been in jail half his life
a black geurrilla family soulja
taught me how to blast it right
Considered me a right
Family be the stabbin' type
My cousin's tried to have me blasted
Y'all live the average life
Raised in the hills with the wife, then turn gangsta ya grab the mic
Nigga I only the facts of life
bein' homeless to sleepin' on them mats at nights
To prayin' for my in the afterlife
I still whispers, still shiver
Still remember bein' a filthy ass nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes from Goodwill
Salvation Army just to eat my next meal
Where they slang to pay the bills
playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with them real killas
Drug dealers with wild figgas, all the of a foul nigga
off food stamps and medicare stickers
The first and was like like Thanksgivin and Christmas
that's the only time we fitted with food up in the kitchen
Little boys and girls
I got so many homies in this missin' for tryna twirl chickens
Where they taught to berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for
Protected by letters, crazy like Micheal Shellers
Fool I been round niggas was screamin' rollers
Comin' finham
Felix Mitchell shut the block didown
I'm from the block were get killed and shot
While the neighbors sit in the window and watch, don't the cops
I'm the block were the twelve year old is gotta play pops
To support my mama and sister, slang rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, from cops hoppin' fences
dreams of havin' a mansion mobbin' Benzes
I used to have visions until I copped my sentence
For a eleven, three, fifty tossed me a year I straight it
An I lost ramps, doin' time at camp
Rollin' dice for stamps, Y-A if I bamp
Got out with a plan, Garick my man
They whole time I was locked I wrote shit like Ice Man
An that's a ringup I Knumskull my nigga
Lets call the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make scrilla
up with Chris Hicks and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this album I'm still slangin' and zippers
Then dropped the first underground around niggas
Like Teddy Bohana and Supa them down niggas
Around the same time my died so tragic
I'm in traffic with gats up under the mats, cracked in plastic
Triple beam, b-12, and seran wrap, rubberband wrapped
album goes gold they can't stand that
In 95 the year my pops
Start in 96 when Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, start hawkeyes
Now my family members tryna Knight me
The whole Ville sheisty but now them don't like 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 around the world and back fuck small hood
I'm ball and have 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, sobered 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 first week put them posters up
Tha first nigga with platinum teeth on the west is Yuk
Niggas get smoked just for standin' close to Yuk
I'm blessed a son and daughter
It's like the reincarnation of my mother and comtinue the saga
My wife be like a gift heaven
I would have been slit my wrist and off a cliff
From maldepression
is like a big ass lesson we all go through
Friends you was close to all of a sudden want to you
They all deceitful; I got shot up by a 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 kill you ain't yo
Niggas who beat you with desert eagles yo peoples
Niggas who you for them kilos that ain't yo peoples
But ain't gonna be no sequel next time I'm gonna show em somethin'
Make it out the hood, niggas act you owe em somethin'
want you to throw em somethin'
I've robbed, stuffed in a trunk then
in a fuckin' alleyway head lookin' like a pumpkin'
for with my own cousins
I ask the lord why I'm the most hated
Like Pac they want a assassinated
Judges give me G bonds for fake ass cases
Bail out, can't be faded, rock bracelets
Hair braided, like Sammie Davis in Vegas
Smellin' like acres of sticky shit in vega's
Havin' paper comes with a load of haters
That's why my only is my lord and savior
Fuck haters