Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

Take me from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
me away
Like I on cocaine
Or take me away a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's
Shot for no fuckin'
And you why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
Cause Jesus people
And The Game, the equal
on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like needed Sigel
I needed my father, but he needed a needle
I some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The
And why every hood feed off evil?
Answer my question before this leave this Desert Eagle

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin' I earned
And I ain't no preacher but here's my Sermon
So eat this black music and me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't race now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye
Damn, I his momma proud
And since you helped me sell my we can share my momma now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
the "Good Life", me and Common on common ground
I spit crack, and could drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul state, I'm never out of bounds
My used to be empty like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' my eyes wide
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just why
You haven't my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala in front
the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it a Raider hood
I'm from the that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my grandmother pray for
And never made her happy, when I bet that new could
Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the
slow in that Phantom just the way I should
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My

(My Life)