Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I my life
Just to bring my mama back to
Just to bring my father back to
to bring my potnas back to life
My father hustled slangin' slabs at
That got my mama addicted to crack and
in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck sleepin' on the with an appetite
Me and my sister to buckshots and flashin' lights
My been in jail half his life
Became a black geurrilla soulja
taught me how to slang it right
Considered me a bastard
Family be the back type
My cousin's tried to me blasted twice
Y'all niggas live the average
Raised in the hills with the wife, turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
Nigga I only spit the facts of
From bein' homeless to sleepin' on them mats at
To for my parents in the afterlife
I hear whispers, still shiver
remember bein' a filthy ass field nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes Goodwill nigga
Salvation Army just to eat my meal nigga
Where slang to pay the bills nigga
playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with them real killas
Drug dealers with wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul
Lived off food stamps and medicare
The first and fifthtenth was like like 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 for tryna twirl chickens
Where they taught to pack berattas, cheddar
When the was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was for whatever
by three letters, crazy like Micheal Shellers
Fool I round since niggas was screamin' rollers
down finham
When Felix Mitchell the block didown
I'm from the block niggas get killed and shot
the neighbors sit in the window and watch, don't call the cops
I'm from the 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 I copped my first sentence
For a eleven, three, fifty tossed me a year I straight it
An I several ramps, doin' time at camp
Rollin' for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out a plan, call Garick my man
They whole time I was locked I shit like Ice Cream Man
An that's a ringup I Knumskull my nigga
Lets call the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets this scrilla
Hooked up with Chris and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this album I'm still slangin' and zippers
Then dropped the first underground album niggas
Like Bohana and Supa Side them down niggas
the same time my mama died so tragic
I'm in traffic with gats up under the mats, wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, b-12, and seran wrap, rubberband wrapped
Second album goes gold they can't that
In 95 the my pops died
ballin' in 96 when Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, start catchin'
Now my family tryna Suge Knight me
The whole sheisty but now them mothafuckas don't like me
I was broke 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 as fuck, nigga ain't no way to go but up
Now I'm in a Rover truck, smokin' dro, never up
Drinkin' X-O until I it up, nobody can flow like Yuk
Hooked up with nigga blow shit up
80 Thousand the first week nigga put posters up
Tha nigga with platinum teeth on the west coast is Yuk
Niggas probaly get smoked just for standin' to Yuk
I'm with a son and daughter
It's like the reincarnation of my mother and comtinue the saga
My wife be like a gift from
I would have been slit my wrist and off a cliff
From stressin'
Life is a big ass lesson we all go through
Friends you was close to all of a sudden want to you
all deceitful; I got shot 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
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 them kilos that yo peoples
But ain't gonna be no sequel cause next time I'm gonna show em
Make it out the hood, niggas act you owe em somethin'
Niggas you to throw em somethin'
been robbed, stuffed in a trunk then
Dumped in a alleyway head lookin' like a pumpkin'
for fuckin' my own cousins
I ask the lord why I'm the worlds hated
Pac they want a nigga assassinated
Judges give me hundred G for fake ass cases
Bail out, can't be faded, platinum bracelets
Hair braided, like Sammie Davis in Vegas
Smellin' acres of sticky shit rolled in vega's
paper comes with a shit load of haters
That's why my only friend is my and savior
Fuck haters