Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

Punk ass mothafucka, get ass up
What chu was do, kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! Shut the up! Fucking dogs barking and shit

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

And Im grindin Im tired
say, "You aint grindin until you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
Looking to find a way the day

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve took so of my people
But Im wonderin why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
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Take me from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a from Kurt Cobain

Suicide, I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
From a block to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces?
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'Cause that's Jesus and The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a
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I need some meditation, so I can leave my
They Why? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off
Answer my question before this bullet leave Desert Eagle

And Im grindin Im tired
They say, "You aint grindin you tired"
So Im grindin my eyes wide
to find a way through the day

A for the night
Lord, youve took so many of my people
But Im just why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
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We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors with
You see 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick

So eat black music, and tell me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse Jackson it ain't about race, now
I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile
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Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
the good life, me and Common on common ground

I spit and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds

And Im grindin until Im
They say, "You grindin until you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
Looking to find a way the day

A life for the
Dear Lord, youve so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for practice

My mind fucked up, so I cover it a Raider hood
I'm from the that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton)
Made my pray for good
And never made her happy, but I bet new Mercedes could
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Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
They took so many of my niggas, that I should the hood
But it's real niggas me, that make the hood
Ridin' in that Phantom just the way I should
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the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't that
Even if they brought the nigga back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

And Im grindin Im tired
say, "You aint grindin until you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
Looking to a way through the day

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve so many of my people
But Im just why
You havent my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
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