Luyện nghe bài hát My Diary

Now we try corners, old folks try and us
The cops try and swarm us, hot like saunas
Well, fuck it I'ma it, got a bunt nigga twist it
I'ma get drunk with my biscuit, 5 cup
Take a sip kid, I'ma of the P-jects

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

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

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

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

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

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

That sweet cane, some got to the street game
My niggaz only worried 'bout the jewelry and the street
And what the bitches thought of them, it's all about the
Well shit I cop some or trucks

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

I hid outside and played the park wit the
And I'm watchin' for the narcs, 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 see all the pain the ghetto brings
a journey through my soul
And let's through the streets of reality

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

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

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

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

Now about po-9, if it caught 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 come and post the bail for me
Still in the Gang myself, you say Byrd Gang is wealth
And all the stores, man the syzzurp on the shelf
I rose from the you see, now it's Dipset, Byrd Gang the company

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

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

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