Luyện nghe bài hát All My Life

And I'm til I'm attacked
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 took so of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

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

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

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution
You see them 24's I earned them
And I ain't no preacher but here's my Erick
So eat this black music and me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race now
Sometimes I about my life, with my face down
Then I see my and put on that 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 could drive it out of
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm never out of
My life used to be empty a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds

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, done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in
With the high beams on, me and the Devil chronic blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don for target practice
My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet new Mercedes could
no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I hate the hood
But it's real niggas me, that 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 Alpo couldn't stop
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac
I'd keep this motherfucker cocked back

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 took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
My

(My Life)