Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holdin' the household, barely had money to fold
time, cherished our little shit like gold
I can't front, was still if, we cared for me
But him and Mommy up was like a nightmare to me

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

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

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

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

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

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

It gets deeper the words of Proverbs
New emerge as I cop the squat on the curb
Thinkin' the strengthen my brain like spinach
And heavy shine, flooded ice might boost my self image

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

Like on Thanksgiving when we got free food from the
Back then it was DJ Red Alert and Kool
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 gon' to stay alive
All my real people know what I'm about
Watch each backs
Word up, my is nothin' without my niggas, word up