Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

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

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

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

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve so many of my people
But Im just why
You havent my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
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We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors caution
You see them 24's spinnin'? I them
And I no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon

So eat this black music, and me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race, now
Sometimes I think my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye smile
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Damn, I his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can my momma now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and Common on ground

I spit crack and niggas drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never bounds
My life used to be like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds

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

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

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target

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

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

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