Luyện nghe bài hát All My Life

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
me away
Like I overdosed on
Or take me like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
That was Brooklyn's
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why Kanye Jesus pieces?
Cause that's people
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella Sigel
I needed my father, but he needed a needle
I need some meditation, so I can my people
They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon The Beatles?
And why every nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' my eyes wide
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom with caution
You see 24's spinnin' I earned them
And I ain't no preacher but here's my Erick
So eat this music and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, my face down
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye smile
Damn, I know his momma
And since you helped me sell my we can share my momma now
And like M.J.B.: "No Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on common
I spit crack, and niggas drive it out of town
Got a Chris mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You grindin' til you tired"
So I'm with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

Walk through the of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for practice
My mind up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you afraid of Suge
my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet new Mercedes could
Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the
But it's real niggas like me, make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac
I'd keep this motherfucker cocked back

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my wide
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like what the am I doing right?
My

(My Life)