Luyện nghe bài hát My Diary

Now we try corners, old folks try and us
The cops try and swarm us, blocks hot like
Well, fuck it I'ma risk it, got a nigga twist it
I'ma get with my biscuit, 5 cent cup
Take a sip kid, I'ma product of the

My teachers always told me that I'd be a reject
I came up by my lonely now I'm a of that D set
Two with my homie, he caught a homey of that D-wreck
He said it had him zonin' left the body in three steps

The project now on fire where you see the
His high is down cause now he's nervous smokin' bogeys
And now he findin' out that fuckin' was his co-D
And this the shit that happens all too often up in

No shit you smell a rat you better off him what's the
In this business sellin' crack we that raw shit up to hard shit
And tell my that and to my coffin steady mobbin'
To my coffin, mobbin'

Take a look my eyes
And see all the pain the ghetto brings
Take a journey my soul
And let's roll through the streets of

tell me slow down I'm livin' life fast
See they all wanna ride with me
I know it ain't right but is my life
It's just a piece of my diary,

Now, we ran reckless, no ups to guide us
So it's the man what you expect, I've grown up to
I had my eye up on the pushers, the ones that fly
Fiends got high off the suga, you that ain't right

sweet cane, some got buried to the street game
My niggaz worried 'bout the jewelry and the street fame
And what the thought of them, it's all about the money
Well I cop some Porsche or trucks

Member I was hungry, I was whippin' in the
Hoopty muthafucka, hoppin' the four's
My pants muthafuckas and pardon my grammar
My nana died '95, so I done left my heart wit my

I hid outside and played the wit the hammer
And I'm for the narcs, they movin' cars with antennas
Thug and respect, for all my behind bars in the slammas
To my G's on rikers, to all my time lifers

Take a into my eyes
And you'll see all the pain the ghetto
Take a through my soul
And let's through the streets of reality

They tell me slow down I'm life fast
See they all wanna ride with me
I know it ain't but this is my life
It's a piece of my diary, yeah

This is my life we die young 'cause we fast
So let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy
This is my life we die young we livin' fast
So I'ma let you my diary, so I'ma let you read my dairy

Now let's ride, to To Harlem, the West side
I show you and murals, dawg where some of the best died
who, like who? Like Porter and them
I Po put the order on him, now that's more than a friend

But he stitched of course, now let's talk about Fritz the
And he got rich off snort, they said 500 bricks was
So in hindsight, a shorty who couldn't get a gist of his thought
But if you grind right wit the snorpy, a whip be bought

Now think about po-9, if it me, how it get you in court
But now the feds, they still me, DA think he nailin' me
I had to turn in the goons come and post the for me
Still in the Byrd myself, you say Byrd Gang is wealth
And all the stores, man the syzzurp on the shelf
I rose from the dump you see, now it's Dipset, Byrd the company

Take a look into my
And see all the pain the ghetto brings
Take a through my soul
And let's roll through the of reality

They me slow down I'm livin' life fast
See they don't all ride with me
I it ain't right but this is my life
It's just a piece of my diary,

This is my life we die young 'cause we fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you read my
is my life we die young 'cause we livin' fast
So I'ma let you read my diary, so I'ma let you my dairy