Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

I'ma take you back to day one, livin' in this New York
It's to the dumb, only break bread with some
left at 15, had no American dreams
To this day, I'm to my cousin who's a fiend

No one to me but my older brother
Little did we know the we did fell back on my mother
But didn't care then, that's why she left like that
Now my parents the street and it's best like that

Some nights I pray to God and ask Him to pull my
'Cuz is hard like the [Incomprehensible] street'll leave you scarred
Street wise with no for authority and shit
A chronic hustler of crack, a typical

Raised by Madu, who strung out on a glass
But now and then I blessed her with a hit
So she don't have to trick, it's prevalent kids today
Hustle krills, stack dough and every okay

the emancipation proclamation
Under the devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation
It's the proclamation
Under the self devised of self preservation and starvation

My life in this world wasn't about and pearls
It was growin' up around the boys and girls
After Daddy left, shit was a mess, Momma
But I give her an award, 'cuz damn, she tried her

Holdin' down the household, barely had money to
Christmas time, cherished our shit like gold
I can't front, Daddy was still if, we for me
But him and breakin' up was like a nightmare to me

Yo, this is for the fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
is nothin' if it ain't influential to others
We make the best out of this terrible situation
If not for us, for the generation

We break the chain and deal with the pain
For all our people was slayed in vain
For all our peoples that was framed
For all our peoples livin' the name

the emancipation proclamation
Under the self devised guidelines of preservation and starvation
It's the proclamation
Under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and

Let me show, I love L.O.D., they put me under the wing
And I teamed up with the most beautiful thing
In the world, L.O.D. we all, we got
I'ma fans and my keep it like it or not

I know it hurts, to do everyday dirt
Police all over my back, feel like bustin' them
When I'm on my road to the riches, I stay from snitches
And bitches and keep my mind on business

Life was tough so I aggressive like a pit
The only time I felt relaxed was the blunt was lit
Thinkin' me and my team can be tight like the
Muscle in the hustle scene, respected like

It gets than the words of Proverbs
New thoughts emerge as I cop the squat on the
Thinkin' the herb strengthen my brain spinach
And heavy shine, with ice might boost my self image

Stick 'em, my life is so real, it
when I saw my pops bein' driven off in a hearse
Like I saw my mother bein' driven off in a hearse
Like in school when the roach out my shirt

Like on Thanksgiving when we got free from the church
Back it was DJ Red Alert and Kool Herc
Rockin' pinstripe Lee's and in Tigra
then L.O.D. was puttin' in work

From the to the grave
We all in the struggle, we gon' struggle, we strive to stay alive
All my people know what I'm talkin' about
Watch other backs
Word up, my life is nothin' without my niggas, up