Luyện nghe bài hát The Life

It's a new day in the rap
Nobody sells records but Po

My life had it's ups and downs, but I regret nothin'
I had the whole tri-state high, nigga, I ain't
At Fifteen I sold my first bag of
Used to stick Dominicans, under the coat
Gettin' like 15 grams, a a Ki
At Fifteen man, a nigga just to be
Gettin' some shorts, me and my man from a hundred and
He knew some Dominican that wanted a clique

To hold 'em down, shoot niggas in the
Throw 'em out windows if they were late with the
Basically I'm enforcin' around coke
When nobody's lookin' I'd be in the portion
They wasn't missin' it, so I got my on the side, flippin' it
Sellin' like 500 bottles and Nicks, started
But I always I'd turn a big apple into cider

Niggas, niggas, just ain't built me
Stand up, niggas, 15
I been servin' fiends and loadin'
Takin' shots, blocks
This ain't no rap

Everything was everything my man got pinched
He had a shoot-out with the cops in front of the
Other than that, I went from enforcer to movin'
white powder now, gettin' it
The hardest nigga in the
My first car was a 190 Benz with Louie seats

out the bar at the rooftop
I had a few spots, one called the
I was gettin' like 50 a brick
2 or 3 bricks a day, mothafuckas sick
My cousin Ron a from the Brook was torchin'
Any niggas whisperin' or talkin' 'bout
Shit was goin' and only one better

When I got my Italian connect, me with pure Heroin
Moved to 116th, started seein' real then
buildin', the shit was takin' flight
Had my cuttin' up like 10 Ki's a night
Mixin' lactose, Bonita, and
I was the first nigga with mafia ties
Leased my soul to the Devil with the to buy

Yo, bangin' for
Niggas is rap, I'm thinkin' laundromat
We washin' this
You think this shit is about
You'll find yourself under the fuckin' ground you
We get low when the Feds is in town, is justice
We the pop charts and still lettin' them things pop off

At 21 I was a legend, had the game
Controllin' manufacturin' and of Heron
the tri-state, high stakes
I spent Hundreds of Thou's out of bags
You couldn't name a car I ain't have, minute new tags
Seven series to the drop, nigga
I was away blocks, nigga
Fast cars, fast money, slow deaths, this things of

Had me doin' a hundred an hour
Through the evadin' the Feds
Started this shit called the counsel and we all a pledge
Not to fuck others bitches or touch each others riches
On top or broke, never break oath
Every nigga in the was a boss
We used to put on our dick and make bitches suck it off

It was alright 'til I got caught, charged an eight-forty-eight
Behind steel gates
started shittin', actin' bizarre
Drivin' my cars, fuckin' my broads, the laws
Same niggas I took care of and got money
Was on some funny shit, if I was different I'd

What would you do if you got Millions with
And had no love for ya? Couldn't pay for ya lawyer
I figured shit, why sit in a cell to
I'll be out in Ten, start again
Throw those in the pot, but I couldn't do it
You couldn't it of you ain't been through it
rules to this shit and I couldn't break 'em
Death before dishonor 'til I Satan, I know he's waitin'

God forgive me, never seen a nigga like me in your life
I'm what these niggas rap about
me they talkin' 'bout in they rhymes
I did that time, I that dime
Shoot-outs, jet planes, and automobiles
The life, it