Luyện nghe bài hát All My Life

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' my eyes wide
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just why
You haven't taken my
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 casket or a
Take me
Like I overdosed on
Or take me away like a bullet Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where was crucified
was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces?
that's Jesus 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 meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' "Why?" Why did John leave The Beatles?
And why hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Eagle

And I'm grindin' til I'm
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 my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors caution
You see them 24's spinnin' I earned
And I ain't no preacher but my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and tell me how it now
And Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye
Damn, I know his momma
And since you helped me sell my we can share my momma now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and on common ground
I spit crack, and could drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm out of bounds
My life used to be empty a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand

And I'm til I'm attacked
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 taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala in front
With the high beams on, me and the Devil chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for practice
My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you afraid of Suge
my grandmother pray for good
And made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could
Ain't no bars, but niggas escape the hood
They so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom the way I should
the top back
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 with my eyes wide
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done took so of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

(My Life)